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After five minutes with Blanche, one might welcome the astringency of Grazie, who was a sort of Gwen Cafritz to Francesca's Perle Mesta.
Francesca and Grazie were habitual committee chairmen and they usually managed to be elected co-chairmen, equal bosses, of whatever PTA or civic project was being launched.
They were inseparable, not because they were fond of each other, but because they wanted to keep an eye on each other, as they were keen rivals for social leadership.
Grazie was mean: quietly mean, and bitterly, unfunnily sarcastic.
She it was who had looked to see if I was wearing shoes upon learning that I couldn't drive.
Grazie had a small, slick head and her hair and skin were the color of golden toast.
She lived in an ultra-modern house whose decoration, appointments, paint, and even pets were chosen to complement her coloring ; ;
the pets were a couple of Siamese cats.
Her uniform was of rich, raw silk, in a shade which matched her hair, skin, housepaint, and cats, and since she was so thin as to be almost shapeless, she rather resembled a frozen fish stick.

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