One day, Teodora decided to be an artist. Readers may be certain that this is old
news, but a fetching surprise awaits those who persevere.
“They appear identical, yet are not,” she pointed out to an imaginary audience,
practicing early in the unlikely event of a sudden lecture invitation.
At 6:oo PM, Teodora removed her new salmon-colored beret and began
chopping the last of the begonia leaves into a classic Autumn Desert Salad. “Let’s
see,” she mused as she whisked a fried egg into a light dressing of Heinz Catsup,
“Tomorrow I shall manage a hedge fund. Either that or tow barges up the
Mississippi River by tug boat”
Teodora bit into a large begonia leaf and reconsidered as she chewed.
“On the other hand,”she remarked “Considering the current state of the fine arts,
perhaps I should extend my contributions for several days, even a week…in any
case, it’s straight to bed for me”
Perhaps recalling her general ignorance of the fine arts, Teodora had slipped off
her stool before completing this sentence, and was halfway down her bedroom
hall as the last hint of her plans drifted back to the kitchen.
“Theatre .. Century .. American novel…
A long pause:
We can only pray that our young heroine develops an intense interest in
industrial hygiene before tomorrow morning.