Spinning Compass Comunications

Hi. I'm sorry that I've been the absolute worst Aunt, and not coming around to check on you.

[This is a perfectly rehearsed performance, very deliberately broadcast. She is singing a tune from an old French opera. Her voice is pleasant enough, and it has an innocent, naive air to it, and even a slight lisp. This contrasts a little ridiculously with the adult themes of the song.]

Flamme vengeresse,
Tourment qui m'oppresse,
Amour qui sans espoir me laisse,
Tu vois ma faiblesse,
Hélas pauvre abbesse,
Devant toi mon pouvoir s'abaisse.

Rends à mon cœur le calme et la paix!
Toi qu'hélas autrefois je bravais.
Flamme vengeresse....


[The phone is pulled away from her, and Edward Rochester's voice is heard, speaking to her in French]

Enough, Adele. No one wishes to hear you warbling so.