There once was an etiquette book not surprisingly relegated to the free box outside a book store in Chicago. It was magic. Authored by the Fenwick that was Millicent.
The block of discovery was somewhere in the wilds of Chicago’s South Side which was known for magic. Cool guys in ponchos and cute girls on bicycles.
Above it was a student apartment with a very disgusting bathroom, but made slightly better because it had a picture of palm trees above the air shaft required by city ordinance.
But would Millicent approve? Do NOT call me George. Please.
Either way there was love!
