A Follow-Up

“Why does Cherilyn call him Dr. Snotgrass?” asks Erin.

“Because he taught at lowly schools and graduated from some lowly state school.” says Lacey.

“In his mid to late 30’s?” asks Dr. Bartolotta.

“Yes! Exactly!” says Lacey.

“Yeah. That’s not…like me.” says Dr. Moritz.

“Yes. That’s the joke. Because you’re not an English aristocrat even though you pretend to be one.” says Cherylin.

Dr. Moritz laughs. “Would I have liked you?”

“Yes! But would you have lied about it or not?” asks Cherylin. “I wasn’t…that curvy. At all. I truly resembled a dark Swedish version of Pat Wilson.”

Suite For Jazz Orchestra No. 2 by Dmitry Shostakovich plays.

“Especially in that particular photograph! That almost looks like me. Truly.” says Cherilyn. “That’s basically what I looked like.”

“We have similar personalities too.” says Pat Wilson to Cherylin.

The song plays.

“And I died just as Lacey was attacked by the Illuminati.” says Pat.

“Yes! What does that have to do with me?!” asks Erin.

“No. Great Britain isn’t at at fault.” says Queen Elizabeth II.

“True!” says Lem.

Later.

“Can you explain the Nesheim wealth?” asks a perfume lover.