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Epistle
Three
Amy,
What is happening big Sister?. How
come you never write me anymore? I've been missing you guys
ever since I went to the movie/discussion of Meet the Parents over at the
film school the other night so I wanted to write and say hi before
my business takes me out of town again.
First off, you should be forewarned
that Dad and Uncle Joe have been grumbling about possibly driving
down to visit you and the hubby soon. They don't believe you
actually have dogs for one thing and Dad says he wants to see this
house of yours with his own eyes. He really seems serious about it.
I was telling him about all Pedro's collections and his "trophy
room" the other night at the BBQ and it seemed like he missed
his baby girl more than ever all of a sudden. Uncle Joe was all
drunk and started throwing clothes and tools in the back of the car
saying how they should leave right then and before Aunt Sally could
stop him he had left a loud, sloppy message on his foreman's machine
about how he wouldn't be in to work for a few days seeing as how he
had to go out of town on "emergency business." He wasn't
making much sense that night anyway and kept calling Pedro a
"wetback" even after I would show him pictures of your
wedding. They might even have left already. I'll go find out and
tell you before I send this letter.
I'm doing good by the way. Modeling
school is boring as ever but I guess it keeps me from getting into
other kinds of trouble. We've been learning to walk up and down
balancing books on our heads lately. I keep telling them that I'm
never going to model clothes or anything but they want us to be well
rounded. Mr. Abernathy keeps working with me and my friend Shasta on
swimsuit stuff and says that if you can look graceful walking a
runway in five inch heels and a swimsuit with three books on your
head than you can do anything in this business. I go to practice and
am actually not bad at the balancing but I'm still only planning on
doing hand work. At least until it stops paying the bills. Funny
that I only got into this in the first place to get out of doing the
dishes.
That reminds me that I have a job
lined up for the summer already. I thought for awhile I was going to
end up working a gig at some cosmetics counter in the lotion section
of the Penny's down at the Three Roads Mall. Instead I talked the
local YWCA into letting me teach a morning class for young girls on
hand modeling. Some of the girls around here, because of all the cow
milking and bag balm that is prevalent, have a real potential I
think. And at least it will get me out of the apartment before noon and
I'll make a little extra money, honey. I still have my afternoons to hang out
by the pool and read the smut novels I'm so fond of. So, you won't
have to worry about me calling and saying I'm arriving on your
doorstep again. I do intend to visit, however, so you're not completely
rid of me. Pedro and I are working out the details and he may fly
back here and drive out with me. But I'll let him brooch that
subject.
Which reminds me, has Pedro tried that wine from my
winery? He probably guzzled it down without even realizing where it
was from. That's one of his traits I'm not all that fond of by the
way. Even though I love him to death it was hard last summer for me
to be around such an undiscerning person as far as drinking bad alcohol goes. And
I'm not even as particular about what I drink as I am about some
things. (I'm very particular about shoes for example and I only buy my candles at Pier
One) Anyway I thought he'd enjoy some wine that I helped make. I
continue to like my part time job at the winery. I
definitely like drinking, pouring, and selling it more than making it, but sometimes I
pitch in...a lot of lifting is involved and I get dirty. And you
know my agent has forbidden me to lift anything.
Other than school and work I'm still having
fun in Vidalia. My loft apartment is great - I love living alone
with just Shasta, Janet, JoJo, Randy, Cuz, and Cubby again.
My other friends are also good. Jessica and The Hound are getting
all prepared to move
into their new trailer and Johnette just had a baby. Beulah Johnanne
is
the sweetest little thing and doesn't even look like a boiled
sausage anymore. I like hanging out for a little while and then
GOING HOME! Hee hee hee! Much to Mom's dismay, I haven't found my
soulmate yet, but I continue to keep my eyes open. The problem is
when I open them, I
keep seeing the same Vidalia boys I've always seen. When I'm working
in Chicago next week at the shoot I'll be scouting them out. Did I
tell you, they're flying me all the way up there just to double for
a girl making hamburgers in a Steak and Shake commercial? How rad is
that?
Arlene is dropping brother Jones by
the loft tomorrow
night - we're going to work on his resume. He apparently has made no attempt to
find a job and Mom is freaking out. He's
walking at his eighth grade graduation. What a geek. He claims that Mom wants him to
but I just think he's a nerd. Anyway, May 19th. The rents are
throwing a big party in Vidalia East. It would be really cool if you could
come home. Nanna wants us all there to take pictures by The Tractor - puke. She's
been blabbering about all nine of us going on to Vidalia High. I guess it is kind of cool.
How are you? I want to know all
about you. How are those puppies? How is that Percy guy? Are you
still doing road shows all the time?
Seen any good movies? Have you been writing your faux documentary? Send me anything new.
The Oscars - which were not very entertaining - gave me renewed
interest in breaking into the entertainment industry. And I have no
problem going there on your literary coattails.
Write Back,
Cecelia
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