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June 20, 2008


Your mother

She may have thought of you children as cutlets. Haven't you read Swift's "A Modest Proposal"?


You're not Irish so you don't qualify.
And as we can eliminate one suspect for genetically proximate reasons that leaves two remaining suspects: the vindictive one and the very, very neurotic one. I go with the vindictive one: the very, very neurotic one would have felt too guilty about equating you with food...
Do I win a prize? If so, may I suggest one? Hint: only BB and I probably have heard of it.


Anthony, you win. It was the "vindictive one". Toward the end of that marriage, if there had been a recipe in Prevention Magazine for braised step-child in wheatgrass-orange-cranberry sauce, she might have been tempted.

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