Valentine’s Day: Lucy, he now recalled, wanted to go to Bermuda for it. He slid this thought, too, to the edge of his mental blotter, as the university’s terrain gave way to Foggy Bottom’s crumbling little brick houses, toy cottages attached to one another for dear life. The Negroes had made this shaky spot their own for decades, until the whites started coming back when the department relocated itself to the neighborhood after the war. What the bulldozers hadn’t gotten was now falling into the hands of renovators. Eleanor Dulles, the secretary’s sister, had herself bought and fixed up one
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