Re: Poor Marcia

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: Mary wrote:
: : Poor Marcia...she had to go back to the home this morning. Last
: : time anyone saw her she was in passive restraints, gumming her
: : Cream of Wheat and screaming incoherently at Bob Barker on "The
: : Price Is Right." I think the thought of Dweebie enfolding her
: : in his stick-like arms and getting his trifocals all steamed up 
: : sent her around the bend. Ah well. That which does not kill us
: : makes us stronger.

: Dear Zazu,

: Am writing quickly in the dark, as they have called lights out here at the Home.  Please excuse the crayon, they won't let me have anything so pointy as a pencil.  Just wanted to let you know I escaped for a few hours this morning...met up with Dweebie on the ramparts...our special spot, you know.  It was rapturous...that man can do things with Cream of Wheat you wouldn't dream of!  (BTW, "Chipmunk Wounder" does NOT refer to his musket!)  Must go now...it's time for my medication. See you at the Gathering...am bringing Polaroids.
: Marcia


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