All the mirrors are turned to the wall, the knocker is tied up in black ribbon, and a sheaf of lilies is tied to the door. In my absence, please walk in and amuse yourself as you please--leave secret messages, bother the Pot Boy, visit long-disused chambers. Next post: Wednesday.
Update: I fibbed. The next post was not Wednesday. I have a very large extended family, mostly in the deep South. And so it's often that somebody is born, and somebody else is dying...
