"Mr. Caldwell?" she said. "I'm Sheila."He nodded again. "Please come in."The rug was so deep, she had to walk carefully because of her thin heels. He ...ed her down a long hallway lined on both sides with old paintings, and finally they entered a large living room in the center of which stood a tall blonde woman wearing a blue silk dress."This is my wife, Diana," Mr. Caldwell said. "And this is Sheila."Sheila smiled, but all the woman did was stare at her. Then finally Diana Caldwell held her. Performing a 'Clarke' solution to the problem of dealing with her was now much too likely, in my opinion (voiced loudly but distinctly) to validate her ravings and invite a much closer and unfriendly examination of our family than we would obviously prefer. I suggested a more subtle approach.Slowly, the tide of opinion began to take my side. Once I felt I had a bit of support (and enough rope to figuratively hang myself), I laid forth my proposed battle plan of action, which was very much in. "How can I be so lucky to have you yet be so unlucky to have this happento me?" I asked."Maybe next time you'll listen, when I ask you to put the toilet seatdown," she said as she gave me a nuggie of all things. I squirmed awaywith a laugh, glad that at least in that moment, we had a moment ofnormality however short.Kriss was happy that my mood picked up and asked what else I wanted todo today. I felt my ears perk up at this, much to my annoyance. (I wouldlater learn that my ears would become. They were made of some material that resembled fine white marble with gold dust glimmering throughout. And no matter how new the building was, it had the same classically antique style of architecture as the rest of the city.The pall of malodorous odors usually found in cities of any size was also missing. Amidst the smells that were noticeable was missing the usual perfume of the locale's method of light generation. Be it coal in the regions close to the East and West Wall Mountains or whale.
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