Goodness, I never planned to stay over at Suzanne's house for this long! For some reason I have not had the opportunity to write to you and Teresa yet, even though my stay here in town has been quite relaxing. I have spent many an afternoon perfecting a new song on my harp which I have named "Polly's Primrose." You see, Pauleen has some lovely primroses in pots on the upstairs windowsill, and I have been greatly admiring them. I am not thoroughly convinced that she is fully responsible for their care, however, as when I brought up the subject with her she seemed utterly perplexed... perhaps Suzanne would have it look as if her daughter finds primroses a fascinating subject.
I have had a rather disturbing experience during my breakfast, a wolf came wandering into town from the wilderness and came dangerously close to Anna Larson at the food stand! John Wickon arrived on the scene (after frantically calling for the fire department) and finally restored peace, but I have felt shaken since. Teresa, I would rather you not go wandering downtown alone anymore! Polly Wickon proceeded to ask Anna for lessons on how to shoot a gun, and poor Anna had to smooth the situation.
My hostess, as you can imagine, is quite distraught. Meanwhile, Cristal and Katherine have driven past the house several times in the last half hour, and from what I can understand of their conversation, Cristal is upset that her rented automobile parking place in the Larson's barn has been taken over by Celine Windmill for clothing storage. Oh the drama of a downtown breakfast!
I shall see you again shortly, dears.
Yours truly, Rebecca
Written: March 15th, 2012
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