Word: andreas
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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HELP! The kittens are climbing the Christmas tree!" The tree sways dangerously in the suburban Baltimore apartment; ornaments fly in all directions. Giggling ecstatically as they call to their mother, Andrea Rander, the girls-Lysa, 12, and Page, 6-streak across the living room and pluck the month-old kittens, Gamma, Alpha and Fluffy, from their perches in the tree. Then the evening news flashes on the TV screen. Andrea and her daughters lock into place, as if in pantomime of a film freeze frame. Henry Kissinger has met again in Paris with his North Vietnamese counterpart...
Page asks. "Is it good?" Replies Andrea Rander: "Time for bed." Later, hearing the glum report from Henry Kissinger in Washington, Andrea sighs: "Oh, no! Here we go again. That's what they've been saying for the last four years." Then she composes herself. "There's bound to be a settlement soon. We'll just keep hoping and hoping...
...married Donald, now 34, in New York City where they both grew up, tucks Page in and resumes addressing Christmas cards-a color photo of herself and the children. One of them goes to President and Mrs. Richard Nixon. "I got one from them last year," Andrea explains. "I thought I'd beat them to it this year...
...card she writes: "President Nixon, the smiles on our faces don't represent happiness or joy during the Advent season. This Christmas marks our sixth without Donald J. Rander, a prisoner of war in South Viet Nam. May you and your family have a happy holiday season. Andrea, Lysa and Page Rander." Too cryptic for comfort, perhaps, but as Mrs. Rander notes: "I wasn't trying to be sarcastic. I just wanted to get the point across." She also remarks that she voted for Nixon this year, though other blacks tried to talk...
THESE PEOPLE around here are just disgusting," mutters the Motel Lady (Andrea Feldman), whose poolside establishment is the hub of a grotesque little universe. An audience otherwise dazed and disoriented nods its head in agreement: if nothing else, at least we can be certain of that. But, with another question the Motel Lady does not help us, namely, are these people disgusting for any good reason...