Dear Dame Wotta Tripp,
Last month I visited my Great Aunt Myrtle for the first time since I was a child, my itinerary as a traveling salesman having on this occasion brought me conveniently close to her home. She received me rather coolly, I felt, but was polite. Since I was the guest, I phoned for a medium sized pizza for our dinner, and, that eaten, my aunt informed me that she habitually retired early, and went to bed. More out of habit than anything else, I left my shoes outside my bedroom door at bed-time, and then went to sleep.
In the morning I retrieved my shoes and found to my amazement that they were both full of hardened concrete. Since I travel light I had only my bedroom slippers to wear when I walked through a foot of snow to my car, after a breakfast of steamed Graham crackers.
I did not mention the unusual shoe incident to Aunt Myrtle at breakfast, but I still consider it puzzling, and would like you to tell me whether you consider there was any significance in the event.
Incidentally, I shall by coincidence be in Aunt Myrtle's vicinity in about two month's time and am wondering whether to call on her again.
Looking forwards to your comments, I am yours truly:
Percy Vere.
Since writing the above, a thought has struck me. Where would one obtain concrete in the middle of the night?
This is an unfortunate and sad letter that you have sent me and although I don’t wish to make you uneasy, I hope you read this in time, and I cannot stress this enough:
Under no circumstances return to the house of your aunt.
‘1. Concrete shoe
A method of human disposal, developed and perfected by the Italian mob. Involves encasing a person's feet in poured concrete, and dumping them, alive or dead, into a deep body of water.
"Luco Brata sleeps with the fishes. We just fitted him for concrete shoes." ‘
The name Vere, although well known throughout
The fact that you ordered pizza does not escape me
I suspect this vendetta revolved around money and power, as most do. I also suspect your side of the family came off the better, explaining the coolness of her attitude and also what occurred in the morning:
At breakfast, you were served steamed graham crackers. Perhaps you are unaware that ‘steamed graham pudding’ was a dish popular during the depression because it was cheap to make, a disgusting mixture of suet, sugar and graham crackers that rich people thought poor people might like. For me this was the final clue, a severe hint that your ‘Family’ are not as popular as they might be with this particular aunt.
You may never find out all the details, but rarely have I seen a clearer warning: To return would be to sign your own death warrant!
You are fortunate to have asked me for help, although I feel you could have worked most of this out for yourself with a little effort.
I do hope this advice hasn’t reached you too late, but I note you only sent a second class stamp with your SAE. If you survive, please let me know. I do care about those who reach out to me! Don’t let ‘this little thing of ours' become yours!
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