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The only things more perplexing than enemies at Collinwood are friends.  With Miss Evans — with a mind whole and cogent — on the loose, Young Loomis and I were terror-stricken to find Mr. Joe Haskell (whose better days are clearly to be found in the history section of life’s library) at our door, demanding that we pay a call on the missing Miss Evans at her home.

Steeling ourselves for the worse, “Sancho” and I sallied forth, no doubt to finally get our just desserts, which at this point might be a relief.  Upon our arrival, she acted the part of the total amnesiac… just like Caroline!

Nicholas Blair?  I needn’t see a signature on sheet music to recognize Handel!

BC

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