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Playing Mysty For Me
"My book! The new book I've just written! It was
in my study and now it's gone!"
"How could it be gone, Atrus? Didn't you lock your
"I did! Someone must have linked in somehow and stolen
"'Someone' again, eh? Wasn't it you that accused
our sons of just this sort of act? Are you saying it was
"No, I mean, it could be. But I know they're away
right now. It was probably someone else. We must summon
someone who can search for it at once."
"Someone like the guest we invited to tea? I keep
telling you, Atrus, sending guests off to solve your problems
and return your lost books is playing havoc with our social
"But, Catherine dear, my book, lives depend on it
"You had it??"
"This book is so valuable, lives depend upon it,
so it would be very irresponsible for someone to leave
it on a chair in the garden, my dear husband?"
"Oh stars above, I never thought --"
"That much is quite clear, my love. I think you're
painfully overdue a reminder about responsibility.
"But Cath -- I mean, Mistress, our guest --"
"Can watch, as it was them you planned to send off
on your wild goose chase."
::Catherine takes a hairbrush from her apron, sits on
a nearby garden bench and beckons to an embarrassed-looking
I wonder how Atrus will record these events in his journal?
to Mija's stories
to the treehouse