“‘Not like I’m counting the days’, she mused through the phonograph, ‘but it’s been twenty-five.’ I caught my breath, ran out of the library, and rushed down the spiral staircase to the solemnly decorated vestibule where I keep the telephone. I cannot recall if it was isolation, invention, or the somnambulant whimsy that holidays are made of, but soon we had struck upon an inversion most wicked, yet somehow both merry and true.
“Ty [Caroline] for making this with me, the finale to last night’s Pop Carol. Also ty to everyone who attended & took part, was a genuinely heart warming eve.”