Well, I sold her yesterday on Ebay. She was never happy here. I think being English, a log cabin in central Alabama wasn't her style. She went from wall to wall, room to room, but just didn't seem to fit in. She's moving to San Francisco, and I can see a slight smile has formed on her face. Her eyes have a sparkle now. Understand, she never caused any trouble, never complained, never made any noise in the middle of the night. She patiently waited on me to realize that her time here was just a waiting game for something better. Maybe the ghosts of the plantation children who died in my house made her nervous. Maybe the family portraits who actually belong never welcomed her. She was always an outsider. She's leaving tomorrow, and I do hope her new home far away in California will be everything she is looking for, and that at last she can find the contentment she so desperately sought but was denied here. (Update: My new buyer friend in San Fran...