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There were whispers of who started it. Just a short while after the wheels of the first car crunched over the gravel drive and one woman saw through the window of her room the single black streak just above the back right wheel of that white car, people began to wonder who it was that had created the night. For by the time that white car rolled sadly out of the drive at the first light of morning most every guest at that party was confused and shaken and five of them were changed forever. That car came early and stayed late but yet its appearance and the appearance of the members who had disembarked from it are unimportant. The events of the coming night would've gone on with or without the owners of the white car with the forest green upholstery. That car was beautiful and flawless despite the uncleanable streak above the wheel. The car showed at a glance the society that its owners lived in. The car was a summer car belonging to two people, a husband and wife, whose names are irrelevant. All through the winter the car sat, shut up, in the carriage house of the couple's ocean view summer mansion which was just 12 houses away from the estate at which they came upon that summer evening. Although they could've walked it would've been lowly and concerning to the neighbors, so they took the car. Exactly 7 days before, the butler had come to the sitting room where the wife was fetchingly draped upon a sofa reading a classy ladies magazine and had delivered the invitation. The invitation asked that the husband and wife join the members of 210 Lurssen Lane for a high society summer party in exactly 7 days. The invitation was neither personal nor expected nor signed. Over 500 people had received the same invitation and on the night of the party 473 invited members would attend and 124 people would simply show up. It caused great excitement for many because the mansion overlooking the sea at 210 Lurssen Lane had stood empty for 17 and half years. The wife immediately after receiving the request to attend began the preparation. And thus 7 days later herself and her husband climbed into their freshly cleaned summer car and rode off, completely unaware of the ugly 7 inch black streak that marked their car. The wife had demanded that they arrive 15 minutes early in order to fetch a private word with their host. Upon their arrival they were well unaware of the deep green eyes watching them from above. And just as the husband glanced up towards the window the curtain ruffled shut and woman stepped back into her bedroom. Here we part from the nameless husband and wife, though their sadness lives on as they never got the private word with their host and they were instead graciously welcomed into the home and busied with glamorous food and drink and making quiet conversation. They then become unimportant as the house fills with people and they are lost in the crowd. Instead we find a young man who lived around the corner and down the lane.

 

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