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over as if we were lining up for parade inspection. He

straightened Cary's tie and brushed down May's skirt

after he spotted a tiny crease.

"I can have her take it off and iron it, Jacob,"

Mommy offered.

"It's all right," he said. "We'll be late. Let's get

started."

The three of us got into the backseat, Cary

sitting on one end and me on the other with May

between us. He gazed out the window and didn't look

at me once during the ride over to Grandma Olivia

and Grandpa Samuel's.

"What a pretty spring day," Mommy said as we

headed down Route 6. Grandma Olivia's house was

midway between Provincetown and North Truro.

From the outside, my grandparents' house looked far

from cold and impersonal. It was a large two-story,

clapboard covered home with a wide-planked

whitewashed front door. Over the door was a fanshaped window of colored glass and, though I'm sure it was meant to be decorative, Cary and I always joked about it looking like a big gloomy frown

warning visitors to stay away.

Grandma Olivia was very proud of her home,

claiming it was prestigious because of its historic past. "The original portion of this house was built

around 1780," she declared to every new visitor. She

usually added, "That was when the prosperous

families began to build some of the more fashionable

buildings in colonial America. Today," she would

continue in that sharp, critical tone of voice of hers,

"wealthy people sacrifice classic fashion for

ostentation."

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