Here is the impossibly perfect cousin Cindy. Blonde, petite, sporting a mod ‘60’s turtleneck, not a nonsensical purple/white number.
She is actually my second cousin. I believe her grandmother was Jerry’s Mad Aunt Jo, my grandfather’s sister. Her mother was the sympathetic woman Mom stayed with during part of the separation.
The only other thing revealed about her in Mom’s letters was that SHE DID NOT LIKE ME. Evidently she would only come over to play if my maternal grandfather was visiting from Saint Louis. I don’t know what his appeal was, unless she was missing an alcoholic grandfather.
Didn’t like me. Hmpf. Look closely at that look on her face. She looks sweet until you look at her eyes.
