(on the outside of the envelope is written in large block letters: DO NOT OPEN UNLESS YOU ARE PHAEDRA UNDERBY)
I have landed in Nantucket, having had no idea where I was traveling to until we were already at sea. At that point, I had no choice. It is a truly godforsaken place, no trees whatsoever, grim and foreboding grey skies, frequent rain, and surly townsfolk… so far, I adore it.
The sweet vulture’s talons require constant clipping. Untold millions of squirming parasites live within the human body. Wax philosophically on cardboard buttons. Three coins in the left hand makes for a fine day at the carnival. When a new baby is presented, switch it with a dwarf in pantaloons. Bite the wax tadpole.