Chapter 3: Proverbs Run In Pairs Paragraph 3: Life Of The Widowed
Letters to Erik from your Aggie 
Now with a new cover...
Property of:
Agnes Crumplebottom
Entry 37 Dear Erik, Sorry for not writing you sooner dear.
I've been overwhelmed with work ever since I went to Caitlin's "Environment Meeting".
Not that it actually qualified as a meeting, it more closely resembled "The Caitlin Show".
Just what I'd expected of course; she thinks she's
so perfect. I hope it made her
think when only two people showed up. Well, two people and me to be precise, but
I did
not attend to join
her cause. I think she somehow sensed that, I've never seen a
person with worse manners!
I took no notice of that though and got exactly what I came for.
Out of all the ideas I've been running through since you died this one has the best chance
to succeed. The downside is that I'll have to deal with Caitlin - the little brat - but I will
endure. For you. For me. For us.
Luckily it's not just me and Caitlin, thank goodness, two other people joined her cause
when I did. I am absolutely baffled why anyone would want to help her but apparently
these two do. Pauline is a very sweet girl - I think we'll get along. Her boyfriend, Hank, is
another matter though.
He seemed nice enough, a bit of a failed Casanova, but otherwise nice enough. He even
offered to help me shop for groceries the other day. Pleasantly surprised I let him come
along - big mistake! Oh, he was very helpful all through the grocery shopping, but when
we were finished he handed me a flower and confessed he had a "surprise" for me.
I know you taught me
never to accept anything from strangers, but it has been a
while since anyone's been attentive to me so I felt strangely flattered and my curiosity got
the better of me.
He left me at the salon.
I went in.
I went out:
Isn't that just to
cry about...
If I could lift it; I'd throw something heavy at his head! I look so young now, and so "hip".
No one's got
style anymore these days and now I lost mine too. And they even dyed
my hair! I'm so sorry sweetheart, I know you always loved the blond on me.
The only one Hank turned out to be surprising was himself! Now he won't stop looking at
my behind!
We spent all our money on the new house though, which means I'll be condemned to this
look for a while. They threw my old clothes out, called them "passé". And I can't afford new
ones right now, or another dye-job for that matter.
My only solace is the knowledge that I finally found what's going to bring us happiness
again. Just be patient a little while longer my dear; your Aggie's got it covered!
Forever Yours,
Agnes
