Dear Diary,
The storm has passed and yet I remain cabin bound due to the black eye I am at present sporting. Miss Dixon has been most attentive. She went in search of a piece of meat to place upon it but returned with half a fish.
"This should have the same effect I am sure," she smiled.
I confess it is cooling but I can hardly bear the smell. I have never been a great lover of fish.
Wayne Kerr called upon me and brought along his friend from Wales.
He held out his hand and declared "Ivor Biggen."
I could not turn them away even though I was not in the mood for intercourse.
All turned out quite advantageously, however, as Ivor knows New York quite well and was able to provide me with some useful information for when we arrive at our destination.
I must speak with him again. There are more questions I need to ask of him.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
1 comment:
Dear Wayne,
Do be careful as to the manor of your questions. A second blackened eye could start rumors not to speak of the additional smell of fish.
In friendship,
B.
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