by Susan Wolfe
I also have some surprising news regarding work. My “paragon,” as you call him, whose actual name is Ken Madigan, is finally getting the recognition he deserves. Our former CEO perished in an unfortunate boating accident a couple of weeks ago, and after only a short period of deliberation, the board has decided to make Ken the CEO of the whole company. The person he considers indispensable here, Andrea Hancock, has become the President and Chief Technical Officer, and I am their Executive Director, or will be when I manage to get out of this sorry sleeping bag. The shareholders are luckier than they know, and with a little timely execution on my part (of the purely conventional kind) we will now get some things done and take this company where it is capable of going. I am most excited.
Finally, I am applying to law school. Ken has reinstated Lumina’s tuition assistance program, and I think I have a good chance to get the maximum if I do well on my entrance exam and get into a decent school. It will take four years of going to night school, and I will stop immediately if it means I cannot be available to Kate as necessary. Assuming, of course, I can even get in.
I hope you are doing well under your difficult circumstances and keeping your spirits up. Just a few more weeks until you meet your parole board, and Kate and I are hoping daily for your early release. Whatever happens in this first hearing, you can be confident I will look after Kate for as long as necessary, and hope to make you proud of us both.
Please write back to me soonest, as I particularly welcome all diversion while I am temporarily laid up.
Your loving daughter,
Georgia
P.S. Speaking of diversion, did you happen to notice that Christie is about to auction the handwritten journal of a cook who rode with Robert E. Lee? Almost unbelievable it survived and turned up after all this time, don’t you think? Recipes and everything, including one for “Varmint and Barley Stew.” (They’re saying the varmint was wild rabbit, but then they haven’t lived in the Ozarks.) Honestly, Daddy, isn’t that just a hoot?
Table of Contents
Title
Copyright
Dedication
Contents
Acknowledgments
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30