Friday June 20

Water was turned off from 8 to 10 but I slept in until eleven. My shoulder hurts badly. A front must be coming in. And my massage therapist has canceled. I think she is getting a biopsy.
Martha called on her long drive home from Laredo. She says Arlington has been getting a lot of rain. We always have such a good chat.

The afternoon wore away. Even at 7 PM the park was hot. Lady Chica was so eager to go home after only 40 minutes that she waited for me at the gate.
And so it goes.

BOOK REVIEW
A reader sent me a newspaper story about how a mystery has been solved. Seventy-five years ago a horse was accidently killed with arsenic. Used in ointments.

Nevada Barr, *Flashback*
The flashback is a box of letters sent to Anna by her sister, letters written by her great great aunt in 1965.
Anna Pigeon had been sent on temporary duty to Dry Tortuga National Park. This is an old fort on a mound of sand in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of Florida. During the Civil war it housed Confederate POWs and after the war two conspirators in the assassination of Lincoln.
Anna reads the letters written by the wife of the Fort's commander. being Anna she imagines the scenes of the ancient fort.
Meanwhile, in the present, I have gotten to cassette three of eleven and a cigarette boat has blown up within park boundaries, probably by accident when they did not clear gas tanks.
Yes, gentle readers. A cigarette boat is a fast boat used by drug runners. See Wikipedia.

Later. I have heard six of eleven cassettes and Anna has had her scrape with death. What happens now?


Hugs, Dr. Liz