[LATER THAT NIGHT, ON THE PHONE continued LYN speaking]

	Edie, is that little Ivan I hear playing the
	violin?  Amazing!  I'd swear it was Isaac Stern.
	I'll get him a set of Bataca bats.  Bob sells them.
	We better
	start protecting those genius hands.
	I tell you, the twins are much less aggressive.

	Listen, if you know of someone, I need a housekeeper.  I
	can't afford it, but Hildy won't lift a finger to help around the
	house, except for the twins.  Somehow, a cluttered dome home
	looks worse
	than a cluttered tract house; all the clutter seems to 
	circle back on itself.  Last week, in desperation, I 
	just picked up all the junk, tossed it into the
	Samadhi tank, and forgot about it.  That is, until
	Bob started testing it, and filled the tank with water.  Oh, God,
	Edie, it began to overflow and out came all the stuff I'd
	forgotten about.
	And I'm not proud of this,
	but, well, I let Bob think
	the twins had done it.

	If I'd known this is what it would be like to
	have it all,
	I might have been willing to settle
	for less.