Dear Lucille,
Well Lucille,Shayne still hasn't turned up and I truly believe that I have been speaking with someone who sounds like her half of the time. What is more, when I called the police yesterday to report that I had heard from her by telephone, the policeman said that it had never been given through that Shayne is missing, i.e., the second policeman, who called by telephone apparently never wrote up the report that Shayne is or was missing. Now there is a new name plaque on the door of her house but there is no Shayne found at her places of former employment or her residence. It makes me feel like "Black Orpheus" in the Underworld search for the deceased Euridice. As you might well know, I have had a website called "blackorpheus.150m.com" for several years. Holland is a little opera stage with little doll people, who come out of the woodwork and fill the streets but never shop. Swarms of these well-heeled people throng the streets whenever I go out. And as soon as I get on the street, my nose starts to run from impurities in the atmosphere. Then, when I think about it, the day Shayne is supposed to reappear at the Theatre Compagnie is Jan. 5, the day before you go off to Hawaii. And if Shayne doesn't show up, who can I tell it too? You would be off, away in Hawaii. Well, the torture has gone on long enough. I give up. I feel Shayne is the victim of foul play but that there will never be a legal pronouncement of such. I haven't taken it in, in truth, but I assume she is gone. If you could have seen my photo, you would know why I feared so much for my daughter.