When we came the movie had already begun and the scene I loved was on. The tall and stuttering Maggie Wildwood crashes Holly Golightly's party but our heroine does not mind. The odious woman has, after all, brought the wildly rich Rusty Trawler along. Everyone has had one drink too many except for the unoccupied novelist Fred and he observes the affair with amusement. He will write about this, perhaps. At the far end of the field, children skipped around the inflatable playground noisily, but by the projector screen where old and young couples cozily sat on blankets, it was serene. Audrey Hepburn's beauty summoned quiet reverence. We found our way to the very front, two teenage boys in tow, and set up camp. The air was cool and crisp but the company was warm. When the movie ended everyone clapped the way one does after something truly grand. It was the most wonderful time.
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