Continued, The Correspondent
Rosalie Van Antwerp
Dear Rosalie,
Fiona called this week to tell me she is pregnant.
Apparently it took an awfully long time, a petri dish and more capital than the down payment on a house (it’s astounding how much money she makes, not that I know specifically), none of which she chose to share with me until after the fact.
She is going to have the baby over there; dual citizenship is a perk.
There were some concerns, but now she’s well into the second trimester.
I suppose this makes you its great aunt or/and the ‘godgrandmother.’ I’m sure I won’t know the child, as I only see Fiona once a year at this point.
It’s been raining for a week straight and the yard is mud. I am reading Murder on the Orient Express (Agatha Christie; third time). What are you reading? Do you hear from Daan?
Sending love, (WRITE TO ME),
Syb