Elen’s hand just probably arbitrarily dropped the collection envelopes when she wasn’t looking.
Oh fer cryin’ out loud! I hope Anoreth is OK, and that it’s a mild concussion, though none of them leave us the way we were before we got them.
Anoreth has a lively life. If she ends up with dementia in old age, it might be genetic. Frank can take care of both of us!