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Unbelievable Cheek
Feb. 6th, 2009 02:04 pmDoes she think that all I have done has been out of self-interest?
I ought to back up, I suppose.
As a precaution, I met with Caldecott yesterday. I'm glad I did for I returned to find a letter marked 'Personal and Confidential' had been delivered while I was at the solicitor's. Crispin had attached a note saying he suspected the letter had been spelled so that only I might open it.
At least she used that much discretion. But the contents of the missive! The unmitigated cheek of the woman!
I had hoped that she would grow more calm with passage of time, instead of more scornful. Obviously I am not to be spared her breast-beating nor her unparalleled aspersions.
Were her slanders only directed to me, I could easily dismiss them as the ravings of her disappointment. But to attempt extortion? Is she utterly mad?
I am not worried in the slightest, naturally, as there is not an ounce of truth to her calumny. Nonetheless, it is the sort of vile defamation that must be stamped out swiftly before it takes root in anyone choosing to believe the vitriol over the verity.
What puts me out most, however, is that she repays my years of kindness with this despicable display of greed and ingratitude. I wonder what other puerile fantasies she has concealed behind her simpering all this time.
I had no desire to spend further time alone with her after last week's shocking, inconsiderate performance, but she leaves me little choice. If she will not see reason privately, discreetly, she shall learn how very unsteady is the ground beneath her feet.
I ought to back up, I suppose.
As a precaution, I met with Caldecott yesterday. I'm glad I did for I returned to find a letter marked 'Personal and Confidential' had been delivered while I was at the solicitor's. Crispin had attached a note saying he suspected the letter had been spelled so that only I might open it.
At least she used that much discretion. But the contents of the missive! The unmitigated cheek of the woman!
I had hoped that she would grow more calm with passage of time, instead of more scornful. Obviously I am not to be spared her breast-beating nor her unparalleled aspersions.
Were her slanders only directed to me, I could easily dismiss them as the ravings of her disappointment. But to attempt extortion? Is she utterly mad?
I am not worried in the slightest, naturally, as there is not an ounce of truth to her calumny. Nonetheless, it is the sort of vile defamation that must be stamped out swiftly before it takes root in anyone choosing to believe the vitriol over the verity.
What puts me out most, however, is that she repays my years of kindness with this despicable display of greed and ingratitude. I wonder what other puerile fantasies she has concealed behind her simpering all this time.
I had no desire to spend further time alone with her after last week's shocking, inconsiderate performance, but she leaves me little choice. If she will not see reason privately, discreetly, she shall learn how very unsteady is the ground beneath her feet.