Email: Dr. Lecter
[E-mail to typhoidandswans in response to his question about my e-mail address and signature. queenemma gets a mention.]
To: PAT.B13290@bshci.org
From: theredqueen@yahoo.transia.de
Subject: Adventures in Wonderland
Dr. Lecter,
Certainly you may call me Wanda.
( Wanda's Adventures in Wonderland )
To: PAT.B13290@bshci.org
From: theredqueen@yahoo.transia.de
Subject: Adventures in Wonderland
Dr. Lecter,
Certainly you may call me Wanda.
( Wanda's Adventures in Wonderland )
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To: theredqueen@yahoo.transia.de
From: PAT.B13290@bshci.org
Subject: Let us hope we do not wind up in the Pool of Tears
You mention your aunt's health. You care for her, then? And you stand out in your small, provincial town. In what ways, Wanda? Merely your thirst for books? Somehow I doubt that. Give me specifics.
I do play chess, but like you I am most often my own opponent. Perhaps someday you and I shall have to have a game.
>She is, herself, the cause of all the mischief. I find that rather empowering.
Empowering. Do you wish to cause mischief, Wanda? Do you think your small, provincial town with its small, provincial people could do with some mischief? Perhaps some 'mischief' might open their drowsing eyes to the world surrounding their pleasant mountain. Do you wish to wake them up, your neighbors dreaming of a simple and uncomplicated life in which they may pick and choose what of the modern world intrudes upon them ( ... )
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From: theredqueen@yahoo.transia.de
Subject: Remember what the dormouse said.
My Aunt Agatha raised me and now that she is aged it is only proper I care for her. Her health is failing and her mind is addled. She sleeps most of the time. When awake she speaks in riddles, I'm not certain she understands what she's saying herself. Agatha does not feel comfortable with modern medical practitioners. She's an herbalist and some might consider her a witch. I haven't sought any physician's opinions regarding her condition because I know she wouldn't want it.
Agatha has never been particularly warm but she is my family and I miss her. Actually, she is quite like the White Queen.
>Give me specifics.I am Romany by birth. We are rather common in these parts but it still makes a difference. I have not lived as a gypsy since the fire that killed my family but it is my heritage. My father was a doll maker and well liked by the villagers but he was uneducated and we were poor. He was jailed once or twice for stealing ( ... )
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From: PAT.B13290@bshci.org
Subject: I personally have immense distaste for trials
Familial duty. How heartwarming. Did your aunt teach you how to live backwards as well as forwards?
Fire. The refining element. I see. What do you remember from before the fire? Were you happy?
I'm familiar with the stigma that can be attached to the survivors of a tragedy. And that of the unmarried young woman as well; how trying. Constant pressure to be one of them when they would never accept you as one of them anyways.
You don't. Why not, Wanda? You agree they are small-minded; and I should be greatly surprised if you didn't resent them for the slights and slurs they've cast upon you and your aunt, for your isolation, for their willingness to cast the blame of a tragedy on the victim. Are you being honest with me, Wanda?
And if you are, then why not? What lessons have you learned, what moral precepts, that should make you wish to abstain from mischief? Did your dead father teach you, perhaps? Your father, the ( ... )
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From: theredqueen@yahoo.transia.de
Subject: Guiding Principles
>Did your aunt teach you how to live backwards as well as forwards?
Actually, my aunt avoids discussion of the past as much as possible. She never mentions my mother. I think, perhaps, she resents my mother for dying and leaving her with me. She has only ever mentioned my brother in passing, almost accidentally, as if she momentarily forgot he was dead. She speaks of my father the most but only because she greatly dislikes him. She has always discouraged me from talking of them or those times at all.
>What do you remember from before the fire? Were you happy?I'm not sure what of what I remember is real and what is imagined. I do not remember my mother very well at all. She was kind, quiet and sad. My memories of my father are wildly varied. I remember a gentle man who preferred to let his creations speak for him. I would watch him work, wanting to play with the dolls. Usually he wouldn't let me, they were our livelihood. But every once in a ( ... )
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