E-mail to Lorna

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To: {California rais'd-in}
From: {bunch of bananas}
Subject: pssssst

Kitty's going to be making the actual announcement . . . soonishly, next couple days, I think, but figured I'd give you an early heads-up since it's, y'know, your state. Her mentor guy got a job out in Caltech and, y'know, just happened, somehow, absent-minded professor and all, to leave some of her stuff out where the other physics professors could see it, and apparently there was a departmental stampede to the admissions office and threats of mutiny if they didn't lure her out there. Which they did. They're letting her start her master's right away and pick up the bachelor's as she goes along, and damn near paying her to attend, and I keep wondering if we could hold out for a free car or something, they're being so accommodating. So it looks like we're gonna be moving out to California maybe early next month, which seems really fast but not when I stop to think about how much we're gonna have to do when we get there to both have jobs and school and, y'know, a place to live, and stuff. But it feels a little weird.

I'm so proud of her, though.

Comments

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To: {I could get somebody here to wave clubs at you.}
From: {would get barred from the course for accidentally beaning other golfers}
Subject: Details, details.

Quit hogging the beatings!

This is what I'm saying.

If you're not sitting in a shower? Yeah, I'd think so.

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To: [Probably would]
From: [Fears no clubs]
Subject: Devil's in them.

Mine, all mine!!

I do recall that you were, yes.

Eeeeeeeeeeeew