The Tesseract surprised me with the gift of the portfolio where I kept my Lady Whistledown columns, and there are quite literally hundreds of them. I was nothing if not prolific in my alter ego. And as wonderful as it is to ahve these here with me, the far greater gift was the lap desk that I received for my seventeenth birthday. It is the desk from which I wrote much of my correspondence, and where I wrote my very first column, and many, many short stories and poems that are now lost.
I have discovered that it quite conveniently holds my laptop, so it is still very useful! But I very nearly forgot! The desk holds paper, ink, and pens, and mine are still in it, the ink still good and the nibs sharp and so much better than any pen I've used while here. I felt more like myself than I have in many weeks when I sat down to write a nonsense verse. I suppose that since no one from home has joined me, this is the next best thing.
And as a final word, Pepper's Closet opens on Monday, at nine a.m. sharp. I'm still hiring employees, if anyone is interested.
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