Ms. Frame, a near neighbor of the sad Mrs. Fogg, almost always forgot to put on suntan lotion before sailing, thus her condition at age 36. She at least carries around a shading umbrella these days, but too little too late if you ask me. Ms. Frame is also widowed, having lost her husband to the ’78 land sharks revolts. But, unlike Mrs. Fogg, she remains upbeat and breezy despite her misfortunes, and is a devout member of the 2nd Fries With Cheese Church down in mid-town. Drop in any time for tea and cheddar biscuits she told The Bakers just last week.
Daily Archives: May 13, 2018
Mrs. Fogg always ate and drank alone in her beachside house. Her husband had died many years ago in a boating accident involving a run in with a huge piece of floating cheddar out in Yd Bay, broken off from the Great Cheese, no doubt, during the hot summer of ’56. The sim of Yd had seen many interesting events in its time, invoking both tears and laughter. There was Jack Benny’s USO show in ’42 that took place on the wide beach there, for instance, but they never found the almost priceless red violin that octopus wrestled from the comedian mid joke. Claimed by the bay, as they say.
Mrs. Fogg will put away several more full glasses of wine before retiring to her lonely, grey bedroom.