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I had expected. It's clearly my duty and
I start
trying to get myself
to shoulder the responsibility
cheerfully.
(M.T., San Francisco, California)
I
am aware of a partnership between two parties and I
am asked to record
my thoughts concerning
this
partnership on three five-inch square
pieces of colored
paper—red, blue and green. I write
on them and hand
them in to someone.
I am in a jewelry
store with a girlfriend, browsing
around, going in different directions. She is being
waited
on by a gentleman from India and I am being
helped by
his wife, an Oriental lady. In the center of
the store is a
small, circular room raised about a foot from the floor
on
a sort of pedestal. It is enclosed
in glass and contains
very special antique jewelry. I step up into the
room and
begin looking at the jewelry. I complain to
the Oriental
lady that it is terribly dusty
inside—the small jewelry
boxes are covered with dust. She
says, "Well, don't
blame me. I don't often come inside here." I reply
with a
grin, "Yeah, only with me, huh?" Then I find
what I am
looking for: three individual rings of solid
stone with no
gold or silver ornamentation. One is
lapis, one is coral,
and the third is solid jade. I purchase the
three rings for
my girlfriend. I don't bother having her finger
measured
as somehow I know that they will fit. Then I wonder if her
fiancé will mind if I give them to her.
I step out of
the circular room and go to find
my
girlfriend, who is looking at
imitation American Indian
jewelry with the man from India. He is trying
to sell her
very detailed necklaces of cheap
sterling silver and
imitation turquoise. I become very upset and say
to her,
"You don't want anything that isn't real; you
want real
stones." She says that she really isn't
interested in the
necklace anyway, but instead wants to buy a pin made of
soft green rubber shaped like a frog. She holds up the pin
and jiggles it, making it appear as if it were wiggling
and
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