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Synopsis[ edit ] The play has two acts, telling Hamilton's story through major events in his life and American history. They affirm their revolutionary goals to each other " The Story of Tonight ". Samuel Seabury warns everyone about the Congress, but Hamilton disagrees and tries to counter Seabury " Farmer Refuted ". King George then insists on his authority " You'll Be Back ". Hamilton meets, falls in love with, and marries Elizabeth Schuyler " Helpless " , as her sister Angelica suppresses her feelings for the sake of their happiness " Satisfied ". After the wedding, Hamilton, Laurens, Lafayette and Mulligan drink together, while the three poke fun at Hamilton for getting married. Burr walks in on the group, unexpected by Hamilton to be attending.

Laurens injures Lee, who in turn yields " Ten Duel Commandments ". Hamilton is temporarily suspended by Washington "Meet Me Inside" over the duel, and is sent home. There, Eliza reveals that she is pregnant with her first child, and asks Hamilton to simply slow down to take in what has happened in their lives "That Would be Enough".

After Lafayette convinces France to get involved on the colonists' side "Guns and Ships" , he urges Washington to call Hamilton back to help plan the final Siege of Yorktown. Washington agrees but explains to Hamilton—who is convinced he should die a martyr and a hero in war—that he should be careful with his actions, because whatever he does will be known for ages to come "History Has its Eyes on You".

Hamilton agrees to join, and reflects that he now has something to live for a wife and a child on the way , and will give up on his efforts to die in war. At the Siege of Yorktown , Hamilton meets up with Lafayette to take down the British, revealing that Mulligan was recruited as a spy, helping them figure out what to do to trap the British and win the war " Yorktown The World Turned Upside Down ".

Hamilton receives word that his friend Laurens has been killed in a seemingly pointless battle , and throws himself into his work " Tomorrow There'll Be More of Us ".

Angelica moves to London with her new husband "Non-Stop". In , Jefferson and Hamilton debate the latter's financial proposals at a Cabinet meeting. Washington pulls Hamilton aside, and tells him to figure out a compromise to win over Congress " Cabinet Battle 1". A Place of Hiding (Inspector Lynley) (): Elizabeth George: Books

Eliza and her family—along with Angelica, back from London—travel upstate during the summer, while Hamilton stays home to work on the compromise "Take a Break".

Hamilton, Jefferson and James Madison create the Compromise of over a private dinner, exchanging Hamilton's financial plan for placing the country's permanent capital on the Potomac River.

In another Cabinet meeting, Jefferson and Hamilton argue over whether the United States should assist France in its conflict with Britain. This decision is not subject to congressional approval, and Washington ultimately agrees with Hamilton's argument for remaining neutral " Cabinet Battle 2".

In the wake of this, Jefferson, Madison, and Burr decide to join forces to find a way to discredit Hamilton in Washington's eyes "Washington on your Side". Washington decides to retire from the presidency, and Hamilton assists in writing a farewell address " One Last Time ". John Adams becomes the second President and fires Hamilton, who publishes an inflammatory critique of the new president as a response " The Adams Administration ".

And since China River supported herself by doing the job, she did it. But she wasn't happy. When she completed the work, a patina of grime lay on her clothes and against her skin, and the only thing she wanted—other than a tall glass of the coldest water she could find and a long soak in a very cool tub—was to be out of there: So she said, "That's it, then.

I'll have proofs for you to choose from the day after tomorrow. One o'clock? Your office? I'll be there," and she strode off without giving the man a chance to reply. She didn't much care about his reaction to her abrupt departure, either.

She drove back down the hillside in her ancient Plymouth, along a smoothly paved road, potholes being permanently banned in Montecito. The route took her past houses of the Santa Barbara super-rich who lived their shielded privileged lives behind electronic gates, where they swam in designer swimming pools and toweled themselves off afterwards on terrycloth as thick and white as a Colorado snow bank.

She braked occasionally for Mexican gardeners who sweated behind those protective walls and for teenage girls on horseback who bounced along in tight-fitting blue jeans and skimpy T-shirts.

The hair on these girls swung in the sunlight.

On every last one of them it was long and straight and shiny like something lit it from within. Their skin was flawless and their teeth were perfect, too. And not a single one of them carried an ounce of unwanted flesh anywhere.

But then, why would they? Weight wouldn't have had the moral fortitude to linger upon them any longer than the time it took them to stand on the bathroom scale, get hysterical, and fling themselves at the toilet afterwards. They were so pathetic, China thought. The whole coddled, undernourished crowd of them. And what was worse for the little twits: Their mothers probably looked exactly like them, doing their part to be role models for a lifetime of personal trainers, plastic surgery, shopping excursions, daily massages, weekly manicures, and regular sessions with a shrink.

There was nothing like having a gold-plated meal ticket, courtesy of some idiot whose only requirement of his women was zeroed in on the looks department. Whenever China had to come to Montecito, she couldn't wait to get out of Montecito, and today was no different.

If anything, today the wind and the heat made the urgency to put this place behind her worse than normal, like something gnawing at her mood. Which was bad enough already. An overall uneasiness had been sitting on her shoulders since the moment her alarm had rung early that morning. Nothing else had rung. That was the problem. Upon waking, she'd made that automatic three-hour leap in time to ten-a.

She'd tried to occupy herself. She'd watered the entire front yard by hand and she'd done the same to the back, right down to the grass. She'd talked over the fence to Anita Garcia—Hey, girl, is this weather killing you? Man oh man, it's destroying me—and sympathised with her neighbour's degree of water retention in this last month of her pregnancy.

She'd washed the Plymouth and dried it as she went, managing to stay one step ahead of the dust that wanted to adhere to it and turn into mud. And she leaped inside the house twice when the phone rang, only to find those unctuous, obnoxious telephone solicitors on the line, the kind who always wanted to know what kind of day you were having before they launched into their spiels about changing your long-distance telephone company which would, of course, also change your life.

Finally, she'd had to leave for Montecito. But not before she picked up the phone one last time to make sure she had a dial tone and not before she double-checked her answering machine to make sure it would take a message.

All the time she hated herself for not being able just to dismiss him. But that had been the problem for years. Thirteen of them. How she hated love. Her cell phone was the phone that finally did the ringing towards the end of her drive home to the beach. Not five minutes away from the uneven lump of sidewalk that marked the concrete path to her own front door, it chimed on the passenger seat and China grabbed it up to hear Matt's voice.

She said nothing else. He read that easily. Let him hang, she thought. I waited at the house. I hate it when you do that, Matt.

Why don't you get it? If you're not going to call, just say that in the first place and I can deal with it, okay? Why didn't you call? I meant to. I kept reminding myself all day. A real bitch of a cold front moved in last night. I had to spend half the morning trying to find a decent coat.

I'm sorry. Like I said. The blare of horns reverberating through architectural canyons, jack hammers firing like heavy armaments against cement. But if he'd left his cell phone in the hotel, what was he doing on the street with it now? Of the day, that is. She hated stopping because the air conditioning in her car was too weak to make much of a dent in the stifling interior so she was desperate to get out, but Matt's last remark made the heat suddenly less important and certainly far less noticeable.

All her attention shifted to his meaning.

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If nothing else, she'd learned to keep her mouth shut when he dropped one of his small verbal incendiary bombs. There'd been a time when she'd jump all over him at a remark like "Of the day, that is," to weed specifics out of his implications.

But the years had taught her that silence served just as well as demands or accusations. It also gave her the upper hand once he finally admitted what he was trying to avoid saying.

It came in a rush. I've got to stay here another week. I've got a chance to talk to some people about a grant, and I need to see them. Come on. These guys dumped a fortune on a filmmaker from NYU last year.

They're looking for a project. Hear that? They're actually looking. But not till next Thursday. So I've got to stay. We just can't next week.

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Then when? She said, "Matt? Damn phones and damn signals, always fading in and out. But he came back on the line and it was quieter. He'd ducked inside a restaurant, he said.

China, this one's a festival winner. Sundance for sure, and you know what that can mean. I hate letting you down like this, but if I don't make a pitch to these people, I'm not going to be worth taking you anywhere.

To Cambria. To Paris. Or to Kalamazoo. That's just how it is.

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It had been a month since he'd managed to carve two days away from pitch-meetings in LA and funding-scavenges across the rest of the country, and before that it had been six weeks while she cold-called potential clients for herself and he continued to pursue the horizon of his dream. It seems like it takes forever to get a film going.

And sometimes it does. You know the stories. Years in development and then—wham! But I want to do this. I need to do it. I'm just sorry it seems like we end up apart more than we're together. The child came to a spot where the cement was uneven, lifted on an angle by the root of a tree, and his wheel rammed into the resulting eruption. He tried to move his pedals against it, but he could do nothing till Mom came to his aid.

The sight of this filled China with unaccountable sadness. Matt was waiting for her response. She tried to think of some new variation on expressing disappointment, but she could come up with nothing. So she said, "I wasn't really talking about putting together a film, Matt.

She said, "Well, good luck with your meeting. All week. All right? You okay with this, China? She hated herself for ending their conversation like that, but she was hot, miserable, dispirited, depressed.

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Call it what you wanted to call it. In any event, she had nothing more to give. She loathed the part of herself that was unsure of the future, and most of the time she could keep that side of her character subdued. When it got away from her and gained dominance in her life like an overconfident guide into chaos, it never led to anything good. It reduced her to adhering to a belief in the importance of the sort of womanhood she had long detested, one defined by having a man at any cost, lassoing him into marriage, and plugging up his life with babies ASAP.

She would not go there, she told herself repeatedly. But a fraction of her wanted it anyway. This led her to asking questions, making demands, and turning her attention to an us instead of keeping it focused on a me. When that occurred, what flared up between her and the man in question—who had always been Matt—was a replay of the debate they'd been having for five years now.

This was a circular polemic on the subject of marriage that had so far achieved the same result: Those same differences kept bringing them back together, though. For they charged the relationship with an undeniable excitement that so far neither one of them had found with anyone else. He had probably tried.

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China knew that. But she had not. She didn't need to. She'd known for years that Matthew Whitecomb was right for her. China had arrived at this conclusion yet again by the time she reached her bungalow: It sat among other similar cottages on a street lined with palm trees, close enough to the beach to reap the benefit of the ocean breeze, far enough from the water to be affordable.

It was definitely humble, comprising five small rooms—if you counted the bathroom—and only nine windows, with a wide front porch and a rectangle of lawn in the front and the back. A picket fence fronted the property, shedding flakes of white paint into the flowerbeds and onto the sidewalk, and it was to the gate in this fence that China lumbered with her photography equipment once she ended her conversation with Matt.

The heat beat down, only less marginally intense than it had been on the hillside, but the wind wasn't as fierce. The palm fronds rattled like old bones in the trees, and where lavender lantana grew against the front fence, it hung listlessly in the bright sunlight, with flowers like purple asterisks, growing out of ground that was thoroughly parched this afternoon, as if it hadn't been watered this morning.

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