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CiVER since the night last February
when we arrived at the Taylors' home in
response to a telephoned invitation, and
found Fred bathing the dog and Lottie with
her hair in curlers, we have been a bit
more cautious in our approach to hosts'
residences very cautious, in fact
Not that they weren't dears about the
whole thing. They were. Lottie explained
graciously from behind the bookcase that the
party was the next night; and Fred, battling
furiously to keep his soaking-wet mastiff
from bursting through the half-open base
ment door, said he thought the whole thing
hugely amusing. He did not laugh, however.
We backed out awkwardly and drowned
our embarrassment in a double feature.
Although the error was entirely the fault of
my wife, Helen, I should also mention that
the girl may be entitled to clemency.
Her alibi is that she could not immediately
find a pencil to jot down the time and date
when Lottie called; that when she did find
one, it had no point; that when she located
the sharpener in my dresser drawer, our
twin boys burst into the house caked with
mud; and that when that double emergency
had been attended to, she no longer remem
bered much about Lottie's call.
Anyway, as I say, the Taylor affair altered
our method of operation and changed us
from happy, carefree guests into furtive,
uncertain, cautious ones.
You can't go blithely to a party if all the
time you have a sneaking suspicion it was
held last week. At least, we can't.
These days, when we get near the scene
of a party, we drive past the house and
circle the block six or eight times, trying to
determine whether any other guests have
arrived. This practice occasionally arouses
the curiosity of the local police department,
and we have gotten to know some of the
squad-car men fairly well.
Once we are reasonably sure that at least
one other couple has preceded us, we re
enter the host's block, turn off the head
lights, and park a few houses down the
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street to keep the home under surveillance.
We were doing exactly that a few weeks
ago near the Robinsons' home, where we
had been invited for dinner at 8 p.m. By
8:30 my wife had finished the crossword
puzzle in the evening paper by the light of
the glove-compartment lamp and was be
ginning to get edgy.
"She distinctly told me the Andrews and
the Turners were coming too," Helen rasped,
"but their cars aren't there. Go up and
peek in. See if they're dressed."
I protested vainly and, calling my Chero
kee instincts into play, padded across th
intervening lawns and dove behind the
Robinsons' spirea bush. Cautiously, I raised
my head above the window sill and peered
in, looking for dressed Robinsons.
I found myself staring straight into Jim
Robinson's face. He apparently was looking
for his guests. We each drew back, but I
drew back farther far enough, in fact, to
trip over the lawn sprinkler and go sprawl
ing in the wetness.
"Did they see you?" Helen whispered
anxiously when I limped back to the car.
"No one, not "even my mirror, has ever
seen me better," I groaned. "Come on, let's
make the best of it."
I explained the spirea maneuver to Jim
as best I could and he cackled half-heartedly.
His wife explained that neither the
Andrews nor the Turners could make it
that night and shortly said that "we might
as well eat the roast that is, if there's
anything left of it"
As you can see, our record keeps improv
ing. We are now getting reasonably com
petent on dates and only the time throws
us. With complete humility may I suggest
that anyone foolish enough to invite us to
a party do so not by telephone but by note.
In triplicate, if you will.
On the afternoon of the affair, be good
enough to send us a reminder telegram.
Collect, of course. If we still don't show up
on time, don't give up. We'll undoubtedly
appear the following Saturday.