Amalia's Story, Chapter Twenty-Three
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
“A silly afternoon"
Angela Thirkell Book Summaries #14:
Miss Bunting!
by Angela Thirkell (1945)
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1945-1953: From World War to Cold War
Miss Bunting, governess to the County, fulfills her final days during a summer devoted to tutoring delicate Anne Fielding.
Class distinctions are sharply delineated, especially by Lady Fielding who tries, in vain, to minimize Anne’s contact with the ungainly Heather Adams.
Mr. Adams continues to involve himself in the affairs of the county, generating ambivalent feelings as well as obligations.
His kind inquiries re: Jane Gresham’s MIA husband earn her uneasy gratitude.
Feelings about Class seem a bit cruel here; perhaps in response to a sense that the barriers are about to fall.
Humorous tidbits continue to delight—see Mrs. Merivale’s mysterious “lodger.”
Again we encounter the Mixo-Lydians in the person of Gradka, whose ferocious rejoicing over a clash with ...
Dreamstory, Chapter Three: Unitarian Church
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
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Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
"So, look. Miss Andrews."
"Yes."
"You understand this is a very serious charge to bring against anyone."
"Yes."
"Let alone your own brother."
"Yes."
"It never happened."
"Well, actually, it kind of totally did."
"You are deluded."
"Well, that may be, but I would submit that my mental health history is a result of having stuff like that done to me in the first place."
"You lie."
"I don't, actually. In fact, this is the first...
Dreamstory, Chapter One: What Happens At The End
By Velveteen Andrews
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community ...
