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Emma Jameson
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September 26 - September 29, 2021
Growing old did not torment Hetheridge; it was simply part of the graceful arc of his existence. His twenties had been the time for exploration and a thirst for learning; his thirties, for honing his strengths and accepting his weaknesses; his forties, for the cool, self-centered joy only true professional mastery could bring. His sixties would be the natural time of decline—withdrawal into memories, the descending curtain, the snuffed lights. One night, over a gin and tonic, it occurred to him there were dozens of ways to bring down the curtain himself, on his own terms. It was only fleeting,
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made little difference how he was perceived as Lord Hetheridge, but a chief superintendent had a certain dignity to uphold.
have managed to associate with a few other women over the years. Would you like me to list them alphabetically, or in order of importance?”