We are given the charge of three small children by some mysterious family relation and the kids start running around. Between the kids and the animals, all of them pursuing their separate paths, I have my hands full, even if the activity is confined to the RV. My girlfriend is unable to help me--she just lies in bed saying she's too tired. I get mad. But soon, I'm more concerned about the kids and the animals. Then we arrive at a party given by an acquaintaince. Kids and animals are disgorged from the RV to the party and scatter immediately, at which point I start chasing them, trying to get them to stay in one place where I can watch them together. The chase takes me into many rooms. The house is a one storey, anglo ranch house built in the 50's. There are ivory-rose curtained windows all around letting in beautiful filtered light. I am very tense. One of the kids might fall in the pool or the dog might actually catch and bite a cat. I'm aware of the presense of others at the party even if I don't encounter any of them. I can hear them make noise in the other rooms. My chase takes me through hallways, bedrooms and service porches, never into the salon or dining room. My girlfriend mingles happily at the party, a fact which annoys me, since I need her help.
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