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I quit work at my usual hour as if this day was no different from other days.
I heard subsequently that my Uncle and Aunt had dinner in a nearby restaurant in the French Quarter after which he went home to get into his costume to keep the date.
Shortly before nine I drove my jalopy to the street facing the Lake and parked the car in shadows far enough away from the rendezvous corner but near enough to keep the corner in clear view.
A few minutes later I saw my Uncle's car drive up and a woman's figure emerge and walk to the corner.
I must say the figure was well made up.
If it were not that I knew who it was I could have mistaken it for my Aunt so well did her clothes fit him.
In one hand he gripped firmly a parasol though there had been no indication of rain.
I suspected why he brought it along.

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