We are constantly amazed at your intimate familiarity with the tawdry affairs of Miss Murphy. She was my fourth grade teacher but at that time she was single and boarded with a family of local primitives. I can't quite remember who they were. I only saw them once when Miss Murphy held a sleepover for the girls of our class. She sent us home afterward with a black kitten which had gotten stranded outside her window somehow in the early morning. We named the cat "Spooky" because it was black. Several years later she returned with her husband, that creepy weird millionaire from
Colorado whom she had stolen from his wife. It is nice of the locals to allow them to live there in exile so that we don't have to listen to their tragic soap opera on a regular basis.
