Chapter Nine, Letter from Dolly, p24
I stared at the letter, read it again, and again. My aunt Dolly had lost her mind for sure this time. What could she possibly mean?
What people? What am I writing? I’m not writing about anyone… unless the dead women I study are alive again and talking back — which they do in their texts, but I haven’t yet heard ‘voices’ from their graves. Such Nonsense.
I have no idea what she means. Dolly does tend to ramble at times. She’s just an older lady who gets her irritations with one side of the family confused with irritations with the other side of her family. It is a very large family we have — when my grandparents had their 50th anniversary there were 300 children, spouses, and grandchildren (plus a few great grandchildren). I don’t know any of her husband’s family and she never names them even as she complains they’ve done this or that yet again. Uncle Stanley was always fun. He took us kids fishing and told us stories.
Oh, I don’t have time to go to the White Mountains! Dolly, Dolly, Dolly… Meeting in the Cavern would be much easier.
Sigh.
Dolly’s Letter pdf file