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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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I didn't understand what it was all about until later - and perhaps not then. Finally it was happily decided that I stay for lunch, not a bad idea - I thought - since I already was getting weary. I do have to eat regularly and adequately - a problem on the outside. For the next meal - at least - my problem was solved. And here I was all the time all dressed up in my green velvet and my spike heels - lying comfortably in my bed. Just waiting! There is always - I find- some motive for the actions of those in charge of St. Mary's. All day long I had been questioned about my trip home. All at once everyone was interested in my travelling. Doctors, nurses and even the cleaning girl - Lillian - who was rather diffident, who never was inquisitive before or who had displayed the slightest curiosity queried me at great length. Lillian was a most trustworthy and dependable but I am afraid I even fabricated to her because I thought she might be a stool pigeon and be an intermediary source of information. it was a great game but I held no aces. "When do you get home?" I was asked repeatedly. "Oh, let's see.. It takes approximately twenty-four hours from here to Denver." "What train are you leaving on?" "I am not going by train. I am hitchhiking." "what train are you leaving on?" "I am not going by train, I am flying." "How are you going?" "I am not exactly sure. I haven't made up my mind. Perhaps hitch-hike. Perhaps I am leaving by train or the bus
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I didn't understand what it was all about until later - and perhaps not then. Finally it was happily decided that I stay for lunch, not a bad idea - I thought - since I already was getting weary. I do have to eat regularly and adequately - a problem on the outside. For the next meal - at least - my problem was solved. And here I was all the time all dressed up in my green velvet and my spike heels - lying comfortably in my bed. Just waiting! There is always - I find- some motive for the actions of those in charge of St. Mary's. All day long I had been questioned about my trip home. All at once everyone was interested in my travelling. Doctors, nurses and even the cleaning girl - Lillian - who was rather diffident, who never was inquisitive before or who had displayed the slightest curiosity queried me at great length. Lillian was a most trustworthy and dependable but I am afraid I even fabricated to her because I thought she might be a stool pigeon and be an intermediary source of information. it was a great game but I held no aces. "When do you get home?" I was asked repeatedly. "Oh, let's see.. It takes approximately twenty-four hours from here to Denver." "What train are you leaving on?" "I am not going by train. I am hitchhiking." "what train are you leaving on?" "I am not going by train, I am flying." "How are you going?" "I am not exactly sure. I haven't made up my mind. Perhaps hitch-hike. Perhaps I am leaving by train or the bus
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