As a result, Aunt Delores did me a good turn by contacting the Blankensops (she'd rifled through my belongings to discover where I was headed) and weaving a story about a freak accident suffered in the service of attempting to save the life of a child. (How Auntie continues to deny her Spanish blood, I'll never know). She was even clever enough to encourage them to use my second name, Angelica, saying that it was in homage to my mother. In the end, she sent me away with a tidy sum and a custom-made tale of woe to start life over again, and that I have. Now you have the explanation of my peculiar pose in the photograph I have included within this correspondence. But do not feel sorry for me Cousin! Romance has cost me dear, but one must develop a sense of humor about these things. I am contented now to take a page from Marian Clapp - to simply read about the scandals of others!
(Author: Clarissa Allison aka: morphoeugenia)