8th December
2018
Dear Cassi,
In my last letter I described the two tech heads
that I left behind when I ended my friendship with your ex husband Turtle Nose.
Neither of these men were much of a loss. At best Tech Tower was a fair weather
friend and at worst Tech Mole was a party to Turtle Nose’s cruelty.
Well, the main stage for this opera, if there
where one, would be the home of a family I would call the Dales because, well,
they are named after another geological feature. Of the Dales there were six,
five now from what I hear, and they were a messed up bunch.
Old Man Dale was a plump jovial fellow who was
always good to sit down and have a drink with. I had spent many an hour in his
home drinking only to be polite after he lost his job with IBM. I have to say
the part he would play in all this was the most painful. By now I had lost what
family I had and he was the closest thing I had to that kind of relationship.
His wife I would call Blind Dale. She was legally
blind but had eyes enough to see and move around. She could not know me by
sight but could tell me by my voice. She was a plump little woman to fit her
plump man for the most part that fit. Blind Dale was prone to fits of rage and
would often lash out. She was good spirited for the most part when not angry.
They had two twins who I will call Beard and
Chin. Chin is the one who died of
cancer. Beard was the rude fellow who was always too loud. Beard Dale was the
kind of man who would start screaming if you talked about cannibals. He felt
that the world should know cannibals better I guess. Like his mother he was
prone to outbursts.
Then there was the younger son, Beefy Dale, Beefy
was the fellow who you thought was gay. You may recall that at one time he
wanted to be a policeman. Last I heard he wanted to be a doctor. He was a hard
man to deal with because he was always showing off and dumb as a stump. Beard
would say that Beefy’s natural state of being was to be in his boxers. His
state of conversation often lead to him taking off his shirt to show his work
in the gym.
Last of the Dales was Fire Dale, who I name
because of her attitude and that fact that of all the Dales she is the one to
keep her red hair. The others let it go dark, or in the case of Beefy Dale,
dyed theirs black. Fire Dale was also known for being in a half state of dress
as jeans and a bra was her normal garb. I never said much to her, she kept rude
company anyway.
Know your family, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal