Hello, nephew! she growled, for a start of her letter.
Im coming to Florida for a special project, and I knew youd be glad to
put me up. Dont make special arrangements or try cleaning your house. It wont
impress me, because I know how you really are messy. Im arriving in a
few days. By the way, ask around as to where you can get some swamp cabbage.
Love & kisses, growls & hisses . . . Granny
Baggys eyes went blank as he laid the letter down. Sort of a vacant look.
A project? What project? What was she going to do? And what about swamp cabbage?
Where did that fit into the scheme of things? Was she on a special diet?
Just then, the doorbell rang. Now, who could that be, thought Baggy. Maybe it was Granny
Bootz. He opened the door.
It wasnt Granny, it was his best buddy, Lillia DiValli, dressed in her usual
1960s styled clothing.
Hi, Lillia, greeted Baggy. Whats up? What brings you here?
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