Divine Sisterhood of Despair

I decided today to be the banker of moral outrage, since I have decided upon a code of conduct in the relationship between the minx and I, it was with disgust that I was continuously forced to view her lack of moral fibre. Once it was confirmed that ape boy had moved into her house I send little tendrils of evil gossip out among all the matrons of town suggesting that such behaviour was a trifle shocking given that her mother has barely gone to her maker and by lunch I could hear the tsk, tsks echoing all over town.

Poor minxie had gone from tragic victim to impudent harlot in the space of a few hours, such satisfying work. I went back up to the Vanderhag’s house and allowed her to believe that we were about to start some sort of retaliatory affair to punish her errant husband but in reality most of my time with her is spent listening to her whine about how hard done by she is and how betrayed she is while I slip the occasional fondle to her daughter. Silly hag has no idea what is going on, but the daughter does as she fled as soon as I had arrived and I realised quite quickly I was wasting my time with the hag. Perhaps my sympathetic ear would be best served at the disposal of the daughter so I arranged for her to receive a dozen roses daily to ensure she is reminded of my attentions. I will also slip a few diamond trinkets into a few as I know this will salve her angst considerably. I would have done the same for minxie had I not been convinced she would use them to scrape the skin off my body, minxie still none can compare to your fire.

When I had informed my dear cousin she was about to depart for foreign climes she surprised me with her cool reply, she appeared to believe there was no reason for her to leave as she was not interested in the affairs of any of the Vanderhavens. Impressed by her turnabout I have decided to leave her be and see if she can plan a suitable revenge in proper Dubois manner for if she can contain her venom and direct it accordingly she will have done us all proud. My sister did the unusual, she came to visit me briefly to speak about minxie of all things, and usually her comments were in reply to some lament of my own. I was amused by her trying to find out what I had in the cards for her and I believe my sister is alarmed by my apparent inaction over the entrance of ape boy but I assured her it was all taken care of. Then my sister did someone unprecedented, she gave me a stern warning, to the ordinary observer it would appear as a casual comment tossed away. She said “ No more adventures like the car”, she was of course referring to minxie and her attack upon me outside of Sedero’s. I do not know how she discovered what happened but she had for my sister almost never interferes and her extraordinary interest in this girl means that somewhere, somehow she holds a card that has yet to be revealed.

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