Mrs Norbitt always looked forward to the holidays. Two weeks dedicated to the pursuit of rest, hang work, hang the chores, feet up and fingers curled round a decently fortified iced tea. She could look forward to chatting with friends – or ignoring them all together. There would be the fun of lazy meals cooked at scrappy times or even ordered in, and of course there would be restaurants. Maybe even the theater, oh it had been so long that it was a definite effort to recall when last they, the Norbitt’s of Inchwood Heights, had taken to the town. Mrs Norbitt had flounced to her hearts content in a new dress and fresh heels before sitting in the seats (somewhat uncomfortable, truth be told) of the Grand Theater to catch the latest show. And in the holidays there was always a real buzz, everyone getting a kick from it, no surreptitious snoozing in the dark.

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