Dear Lucille,I opened one box. The black, pull-over sweater and top seem very suitable and a better choice could not have been made. Thank you. It seems that I just can't go at the speed the rest of the world goes at and so I am running behind this Xmas. I decided to give both of the small boxes to Shayne and I hope she will drop by around Xmas. Today an ultimatum concerning her stipend was left for her over the Voice. Her driving lessons, her schooling, her new house supposedly....what is going on, I don't know. Unless we know she is okay, it seems foolish to keep depositing money into her account, an account which other people have had access to in the past. As usual, I am still dabbling around on the computer. I am building a new site, concerning the online pre-school club. I used a small photo of Shayne and you to liven the site up. But neither of you is identified by name. Everytime, I fly off in a new passion, I realize, nevertheless, that I am still living with a great uncertainty...Shayne's well-being. But the situation has been out of my hands. I feel a lot of resentment that people can be taken "hostage" in the way she has or beaten up, the way I have been, in the so-called civilize world. There is no excuse, other than a criminal act, for parents not being able to communicate with their children or for people to be mutilated with technology. There has been no animosity between Shayne and me. I would love a piece of home-made pound cake. They stop selling it in the supermarkets in our neighborhood. One could buy a small pound cake fifteen years ago. Then the supermarkets started closing, moving, changing. I haven't had an pound cake since 1990. I will listen to the tape you sent to put me in the spirit for Xmas. Thank you again.