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THE PICNIC

... &#034Well,&#034 I said, &#034you two take the dinner and the room. It would be a shame to let the offer go to waste.&#034 &#034Wait a minute,&#034 Mom said, smiling widely at us now, &#034It's your prize. YOU go Danny! And take your s****r with you.&#034 &#034Take Ellen?&#034 &#034Yes, why not? You could both use a night out and what could be wrong with a b*****r and his s****r spending a nice evening together? I think it's darling.&#034 &#034Oh, Mom,&#034 I corrected her, &#034Ellen doesn't want to go out for an evening with her b*****r!&#034 &#034Oh, yes I do,&#034 Ellen said, taking my arm again and hugging it to her tightly. I turned my face to her now, surprised at the sweet, excited smile on her face as she said, up at me, &#034Take me with you, Danny.&#034 It was suddenly just like when we were k**s again and I was going to the park and my k** s****r wanted to tag along. Well, I decided, what would be the harm? Mom had told me Ellen needed a little break and some fun and it was just delivered to us in a sealed envelope. &#034Well, alright,&#034 I said. &#034But we better get going. It's nearly four now and I'll need to stop off at home and get my dinner jacket...&#034 &#034Great,&#034 Ellen said excitedly, &#034my bags are already in the car so I'll follow you.&#034 An hour later we were walking into the large, gilded lobby of the most luxurious hotel in the whole metropolitan area. Even though we were both still wearing sandals and our picnic shorts and tops, the ...

... uniformed doorman directed two attendants to take our bags and collected our keys so the valet could park our cars for us. I handed the coupon, I had hastily filled out, to the tall man behind the huge, marble reception desk and he smiled warmly and said, &#034Good evening, Mr. Murtry and welcome to the Ritz-Carleton.&#034 &#034Thank you,&#034 I said, feeling very out of place at the moment as my s****r stood beside me and took my arm. The man turned to a glittering rack of keys behind him and took a set from a brass hook and then he turned back to us and said, &#034Room 615 is reserved for you, Sir.&#034 And he placed a small form in front of me and handed me the ornate pen from the holder, adding, &#034Just sign here.&#034 I scratched my name on the line as he rang the desk-bell and snapped his fingers at the responding bellboy. &#034Take Mr. and Mrs. Murtry's luggage to room 615!&#034 &#034Yes, Sir! Right this way, to the elevator, please.&#034 Before we could correct the receptionist we were whisked away to a bank of elevators and on our way up to the sixth floor. &#034Here we are, Sir,&#034 the bellboy said as he led us partway down the hall to the door marked 615 in gold-leaf letters. &#034This is your accommodation.&#034 He used the key to open the door on a huge suite decorated in golds and whites and beiges to accentuate the deep earth tone shades of the carpets and the upholstered sofa and loveseat where he set our bags. There was also a table and four chairs, a TV and ...