tonight we celebrate the birth of our matron, Madame Wilhemina Eugena Thomson Caddingham.
no one knows for certain who will benefit most by her death. until her final testament reveals which of the Caddinghams she truly favors, we all attend these events and endure her vitriol.
she lavishes he who smiles most. fortunately, Mrs. Caddingham does not discriminate between forced grins and genuine goodwill (primarily because never has she experienced the latter--money and influence are not scarce enough for her to think seriously of any but herself--and knows not its hallmarks); I am anxious to ride her magnificent Friesian.