Right then, I suppose I may disclose a few further morsels from our most hectic Berlin existence.
My darlings Gyna, Herr Ross and I may — may, I say — be up to something distinctly improper. Though really, “proper” is terribly overrated, is it not? One does not relocate to Berlin in these spirited times in order to behave like a parish hymn.
I cannot reveal particulars. Not yet. Let it suffice that the day demanded celebration, and celebrate we did… with a dance.
And upon examining the photographic evidence thereafter, I was reminded of an image my rather mysterious driver from Real Life, once shared with me from some distant future (see above). Tell me truly — were our movements not suspiciously akin to those of a praying mantis?
If so, I shall take it as a compliment. One must admire a creature that knows precisely when to sway… and when to strike.
And that shall be all for today! One mustn’t serve the entire feast upon a single plate, my darlings. *wink*
I trust you are doing scandalously well — or at the very least, interestingly so. Do try not to languish in dull corners of existence.
And please… do not forget…
Life is terribly short, reputations even shorter — so if you must misbehave, do it with style.
Until next time.
XX
Connie
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