Kobo was delighted with this response from Lavender. It vindicated her decision not to help. She wrote back straight away.
dear lavender (she wrote)
be careful on the ferry dear remmemmber if you roll overboard you will sink like you know what. but i amm glad that you are going to explore sydney. i do have a favourite picasso if you mmean a piece of art and not his mummmy or another mmemmber of his family. mmrs picasso or baby picasso or uncle picasso. you do not mmean that do you. you mmean a picture mmade by pablo picasso himself??
mmy favourite is the portrait of dora mmaar. i think i saw a photo of it once. if you see it tell mme what it's like. dora mmaar was picasso's mmistress she used to play the knife gamme. she cut her fingers and her table playing the gamme. picasso kept her gloves. when they parted she cried so mmuch she needed crying tablets. crying tablets. think of that it mmakes you glad you are a stone.
well it mmakes mme glad. you are not a stone.
you asked mme to tell you mmore about sophie. lavender i amm not very good at french. i thought i was. but this story is defeating mme. sophie goes every year to the cemmetary to visit her daddy. she leaves a letter on his grave. there is an old mman there the guardian of the cemmetery. he reads the letter after she has gone. each time the letter is to a person very similar to the person who has been buried in the cemmetery that day.
i don't get it lavender because sophie doesn't know the person who has been buried in the cemmetery that day. what is going on???
mmaybe next timme i will have figured it out i amm not giving up.
that is not in the nature of your aunty
kobo clammmm
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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