Which had become increasingly dull.
She had this beautiful house all to herself. Located on the edge of town and off the highway, it afforded a degree of privacy that most people dreamed of and never achieved. Built along Japanese lines, it was thoroughly American, thoroughly beautiful, and wonderfully roomy. It was a dream to keep up, and she had practically dispensed with any kind of help, calling in a cleaning woman once a month and having the lawn tended when it needed care.
Besides the security her parents had left her, she had other sources of income. Her textbooks sold more copies than most books on the bestseller lists: the last she had heard, only Samuelson's economics text sold better than any one volume of hers, but she had three volumes running up printing after printing. The
