Just an old “dropping” that struck me as somewhat timely . . .
You don’t know me. My name is Ellie . . . Ellie Sapp . . . a friend of C. C.’s. We met one day on the road; she zigged when she should have zagged and we literally bumped into each other. We discovered we had a lot in common and have done a bit of traveling together. She just calls me “E”. You can too. What’s that you say? Where is C.C.? I was getting to that. She asked me to let you know that she is okay . . . lucky to be alive after her near-death experience . . . and “recooperating” (her spelling) at A Place of Quiet Rest Home for the Severely Traumatized. I will try to relate to you as accurately as possible what she has been through.
Traveling alone one day last week, she came upon a large white building with lots of steps and columns…
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