Letter to Crispin

Gonzo Goldfish's Book of Books 

My dear brother,

That was my dear little Abbie with whom I was speaking just then. She is on my lap.

Ah, but I don't need to tell you that wherever I am, so too there must be an Abbie, do I? Crispin, I am devoted to my babies still as ever I was.

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It's morning here, Crispin, and I am having a tranquil moment in my sunroom between breakfast and morning tea. And just now I had a thought that I must have you join us, in one way or another.

And yes, of course I know that I am so far away from you now. And that the servants are wishing me into a nursing home as they eavesdrop as I dictate my letters and twitter amongst themselves that I am going mad.

But Crispin, you know me. Have you ever known such trifling matters as foolish servants, a missing leg and eternity to keep me from spending time with my loved ones? No!

So let's spend a morning together, my brother. And I will tell you all about the lovely little life my little Abbie and I have carved out here in Essendon. Which yes, is oceans away from our beautiful Capetown, but which for me is home, now.

But wait. I must hush. It will have to be later. Abbie is stirring.