It's ten thirty when we enter the small house halfway up the next block, and in the living room we find our friends spending a quiet evening at home. Vic is seated in his easy chair reading the Kitchen Dealers Quarterly, Sade occupies a corner of the Davenport with her sewing, and young Rush at the library table laboriously travels the length and breadth trails of algebraic formulae. The three of them have been sitting there all evening and nobody has spoken...