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Dearest Evelyn: by Daniel Finneran

Dearest Evelyn: by Daniel Finneran

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An old woman, in her 80s, now without a husband, is composing a letter to her niece, an attorney, making a career change, and soon coming for a visit. Though the letter, various elements of her life are talked about, the musician that lives over the carriage house, her house keeper, that keeps breaking things, and the gardener, both of whom don't seem to get along, and we see a woman assessing that which is around her, and maybe, settling, with some fair amount of comfort, into a certain phase of her life.

This is from a short-story collection entitled SAWING BOMBS IN HALF & OTHER STORIES, which is not yet completed. The stories begin with adolesence, and continue on through old age. The present Table of Contents is a follows (the stories are numbered as they will be posted on the webpage):
12] Sawing Bombs in Half
13] My Kingdom for a Horse
14] The Roaming Jacaranda Tree
15] The Stethoscopes
16] A Plant Sale
17] A Children's Story
18] Dearest Evelyn
19] 'Godspeed, John Glenn'

These, and other stories by Daniel Finneran, can be found at the webpage:
http://scribd.com/nostromo10
An old woman, in her 80s, now without a husband, is composing a letter to her niece, an attorney, making a career change, and soon coming for a visit. Though the letter, various elements of her life are talked about, the musician that lives over the carriage house, her house keeper, that keeps breaking things, and the gardener, both of whom don't seem to get along, and we see a woman assessing that which is around her, and maybe, settling, with some fair amount of comfort, into a certain phase of her life.

This is from a short-story collection entitled SAWING BOMBS IN HALF & OTHER STORIES, which is not yet completed. The stories begin with adolesence, and continue on through old age. The present Table of Contents is a follows (the stories are numbered as they will be posted on the webpage):
12] Sawing Bombs in Half
13] My Kingdom for a Horse
14] The Roaming Jacaranda Tree
15] The Stethoscopes
16] A Plant Sale
17] A Children's Story
18] Dearest Evelyn
19] 'Godspeed, John Glenn'

These, and other stories by Daniel Finneran, can be found at the webpage:
http://scribd.com/nostromo10

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Published by: Daniel Finneran on Aug 14, 2010
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Daniel Finneran
Dearest Evelyn:
 byDaniel FinneranDearest Evelyn:I must say I am looking forward to your arrival. Your ‘arrival,’ and not your ‘coming on,’ nor any of these other, I suppose, nautical sorts of terms my sister is alwaysusing to refer to her house. People ‘coming on,’ ‘fore,’‘aft,’; I have no idea when her house became some sort of boat. But, alas, she is also your Aunt so I shall not be overlydisparaging. Such is her path. I shall not block it by going too far ‘leeward.’I suspect you shall be coming with your new ‘friend.’ I look forward to meetingthus. And, I also suspect, now that your former ‘friend’ has been let go, I can make onlythe quick comment that I too am relieved. He seemed a few seconds behind, or some suchthing. I couldn’t really put my finger on it. But, relative to men in general there is anauthor -- I believe she grew up somewhere in Africa, I forget her name now -- who was
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Dearest Evelyn
told by her mother that, in the end, one is pretty much as good as another. As long as theyare polite, clean, and go to work on Monday, I think you will find this a good, hard,reliable truth. I hear yours is an engineer of some kind. And I think that sounds quitegood, all things considered. I hope he builds bridges. I have always wanted to meet oneof these men that builds bridges. I find it remarkable that so few fall down.Kevin -- I believe that is his name -- may stay in the apartment over the carriagehouse. If Kwong-Po is still there, I am sure he won’t mind bunking with him. Kwong-Pois, of course, leaving us. He has been working Oh so hard on his pieces for graduation,and so music is constantly filling the house. Mostly Bach and Beethoven, and someChopin. Though I must admit I like the Germans best. Germans and a little LouisArmstrong. The only jazz I like. And think that is mostly because I met Mr. Armstrong.The only genius I have ever met. What a wonderful man.Kwong-Po is not even sure what he will be doing after graduation, but feels hecan get enough tutorial work to move into the city and an apartment. It must be a sourceof perplexity, graduating from The Berklee College of Music, and then to have tostruggle so. He hopes to be able to play chamber music at households -- I have told him Iwill talk to friends, when he is organized -- and has had a beautiful Italian girl here,accompanying him on the violin. Large-bosomed, quite striking, she reminds me of anopera diva. And, I cannot quite describe it, but these people that play classical music allday look much better than most. This Italian girl, in actuality, may not even be that beautiful. But, when she is playing the violin, she is radiant. (Then again my inclinationtowards her may result more from my having somehow ended up with this Italian name. Iam still convinced that Mother had imbibed, or some other some such thing, when she so
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