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either but I wrote a letter saying I didn’t believe that girls should have to do any sewing at all in their whole life, considering the history of discrimination against women.) (I tried doing the same thing in English the other day – our new teacher found out that we were supposed to write an essay on To Kill a Mockingbird. He said he didn’t see the connection between the history of discriminationagainst women and writing an essay on To Kill a Mockingbird.)
    So anyway, I hope it’s not very important if the holes in the circus tent don’t get sewn up properly. I mean, I hope it doesn’t mean the lions will escape or anything.
    I can believe that Celia’s going to learn to be an acrobat. When we were little one of her favourite games was climbing up the mulberry tree in our backyard, then running as fast as she could along the fence, jumping onto the next-door neighbour’s shed and sliding halfway across the roof. I did it in bare feet one summer day and got my feet full of splinters from the wooden fence, and huge burn blisters from the tin roof. Celia got so good at it that one time she slid right across the roof and fell off the other edge. She got a broken arm from that.
    Another thing she liked to do was to stand up on the swings in her backyard, and get me to stand up on the same swing, but opposite her, so we were facing each other with our feet in a row. Then we had to swing as hard as we could, to try and get it to swing right over the top and around. Luckily, we never made it. We were trying to do that one time while Celia’s arm was still broken from falling off the tin roof. So she couldn’t really hold on properly, so she fell off and broke her other arm.
    Well, I guess I should go. My dad’s living in Sydney now, he’s got a place in Double Bay so he’ll probably call soon and want to do fun father/daughter things with me. Fabulous .
     
    Love,
    Elizabeth
    Memo From the Desk of Albert Clarry
     
    Hey there Elizabeth!
     
    Imagine my being able to send memos to you from my office right here in Sydney!
    This is my first day and it’s exciting to be living in my home town, if only for a short time. To celebrate, perhaps I could take you to dinner this Thursday? Is a school night okay with you again? What about somewhere really snazzy? Would that be cool for you?
    I’ll phone as it gets closer.
     
    Take care,
     
    Dad

    ELIZABETH!!!
    I AM TAKING CELIA’S MOTHER TO MY AROMATHERAPY MAN TONIGHT.
    I SPOKE TO HER ON THE PHONE TODAY AND I THINK SHE IS SUFFERING FROM POST-STRESS SYNDROME. SHE SOUNDED COMPLETELY OUT OF HER MIND.
    SHE SAID THAT CELIA’S BROTHER HAS MOVED HIS DRUMS INTO THE KITCHEN AND PLAYS THEM MOST NIGHTS AT THREE AM. AS AN INTIMATE, PERSONAL PROTEST AGAINST THE INCREASED USE OF TRUCKING HIGHWAYS BY MOTORCYCLE GANGS. I DON’T THINK THIS HELPS (EITHER THE TRUCKS OR CELIA’S MUM).
    I ALSO SPOKE TO YOUR FATHER ON THE PHONE TODAY. I WAS THINKING OF WATCHING A VIDEO WITH YOU THIS THURSDAYNIGHT BUT YOUR FATHER WANTS TO TAKE YOU OUT TO DINNER. SO TOO BAD, I GUESS.
    THERE’S A FROZEN PIZZA IN THE FREEZER FOR YOUR DINNER WHILE YOU’RE DE-FROSTING IT WHY DON’T YOU THINK ABOUT PURPLE LIPSTICK? WRITE DOWN ANYTHING GOOD THAT YOU CAN THINK OF TO DO WITH PURPLE LIPSTICK
    LOVE FROM YOUR MUM.

    Mum,
     
    There isn’t one single good thing that can be said about purple lipstick.
     
    Love,
    Elizabeth
     
    PS I would much prefer to be watching a video with you this Thursday. But don’t you have your poetry club on Thursday nights?

    ELIZABETH!!!!!!
    IT’S TRUE THAT I HAVE MY POETRY CLUB ON THURSDAY NIGHTS, BUT IF I DIDN’T I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO BE WATCHING A VIDEO WITH YOU, IF ONLY YOU WEREN’T GOING OUT WITH YOUR FATHER
    AT LEAST HE’LL FEED YOU BETTER THAN I DO.
    THERE IS SOME HAND-WASHING SOAKING IN THE LAUNDRY BASIN AT THE MOMENT. CAN YOU SLOSH IT AROUND A BIT AND RINSE IT OUT AND HANG IT ON THE LINE BEFORE YOU GO?
    WHILE YOU ARE AT SCHOOL TODAY, WHY DON’T YOU ASK YOUR FRIENDS WHAT THEY