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When one is getting married in a month, one has a great deal to do. This explains why Susan hasn't been back to Milliways or the House of Arch in nearly two weeks.
She tried to find the door a few days ago, but after opening her bedroom closet door two or three times, and trying a others in the house as well, she was not given entrance. She thought it odd, but she and Clive had dinner reservations that night. They had such a lovely time that she put it out of her mind.
Today she's tried nearly every door in the house. No luck. She frowns, sitting on her bed, wondering why on earth she can't find the access to that magical place and her family. The doorbell rings and she goes downstairs.
Clive is at the door, grinning.
"Darling!" she says, kissing him on the cheek. "You look like the cat who got into the cream."
"I've a surprise," he says, and steps aside for her to see the Ford Anglia parked at the curb.
"You didn't! Oh, Clive," Susan cries, laughing.
"Fancy a ride?"
She squeezes his hand. "Oh yes. Let me grab my coat." She hurries back into the house for it, and she has one fleeting thought of Lucy, Edmund, and Peter.
'I'll try again tomorrow,' she thinks and then hurries out to her fiance.
Tomorrow will come, and then the next day, and then the next. The doors will not open for Susan then either.
She tried to find the door a few days ago, but after opening her bedroom closet door two or three times, and trying a others in the house as well, she was not given entrance. She thought it odd, but she and Clive had dinner reservations that night. They had such a lovely time that she put it out of her mind.
Today she's tried nearly every door in the house. No luck. She frowns, sitting on her bed, wondering why on earth she can't find the access to that magical place and her family. The doorbell rings and she goes downstairs.
Clive is at the door, grinning.
"Darling!" she says, kissing him on the cheek. "You look like the cat who got into the cream."
"I've a surprise," he says, and steps aside for her to see the Ford Anglia parked at the curb.
"You didn't! Oh, Clive," Susan cries, laughing.
"Fancy a ride?"
She squeezes his hand. "Oh yes. Let me grab my coat." She hurries back into the house for it, and she has one fleeting thought of Lucy, Edmund, and Peter.
'I'll try again tomorrow,' she thinks and then hurries out to her fiance.
Tomorrow will come, and then the next day, and then the next. The doors will not open for Susan then either.