LONDON -- Queen Elizabeth II stood in the White Drawing Room, the late afternoon sun flowing in from the vast windows overlooking the Buckingham Palace gardens.
The soft sunlight made everything look lemony, from the lush carpets to the acres of golden curtains to the queen's perfectly tailored yellow dress and jacket ensemble. Her diamond brooch, the size of a small turtle, sparkled regally.
| A handler announced my name. She looked me in the eye, that face from British money suddenly alive, like a 20-pound note sizing me up. She extended her hand in a long black glove.
Silence. I suddenly realized I was in danger of meeting the queen and not having even a whiff of conversation to report to my mother. Apparently most people in the line were content with a handshake. Had I stepped over some line, violated some protocol, made some royal gaffe? Not smiling, but warm. Finally, we will take steps to block users who violate any of our posting standards, terms of use or privacy policies or any other policies governing this site. Please review the governing commentaries and discussions. You are fully responsible for the content that you post. 
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