11 Summer Evening (AFRS)

living of that life determines the shape of the testament that shall be probated by those that far. And so, in retrospect, we trace two lives that found themselves in the soft dusk of a summer evening starring Peter Van Eyck, the other magnificent obsession that surged in the hearts of the story that began on a summer evening at Mrs. Faulkner's Ruling House in the East

30s just off 2nd Avenue. Mrs. Falconer's place is unique in that it has a verandic with a porch swing, a heavenly oasis in the inferno of Manhattan at the twilight hour of a day in late August.

And it's out here that Mrs. Falconer wages her personal battle with a heat, swinging lazily while she talks to her newest rumor, Mrs. Briggs. For like many other girl at Guilford, to Mrs. Falconer, Talk is an obsession.

A thunder shower, Mrs. Briggs. That's all we need right now, a thunder shower. Oh, you think so? And I never can decide, but thunder showers, like rain, of course, but there has to be lightning along with it, per se.

Hey, Mrs. Briggs, here comes Mr. Martin. I didn't tell you about him. He's a nautist. Him and his wife come here and took the parlour fleet over a year ago. A moor in love couple you never seen.

Shh, I'll tell you later. Even Mr. Martin. Good evening, Mr. Martin. Oh, good evening. Sure a scar to the day, wasn't it? This is Mrs. Briggs. She's taking Mr. Collins' old room. Sorry, could you, Mr. Martin?

Mm. Yeah. Well, you know Mrs. Briggs, Mr. Martin is just the most wonderful painting you ever seen. The refined kind, I mean. Oil, pitches, and portraits. of course he had bad luck for a long time but now well you know them pictures all over billboards itself and things like that or mr markin's got a new job