May 12, 2005

Dear Diana,

Well, as promised, the Orange Coast Title Company. First, we came in the car after lesson. It was too darn hot ("darn" self-censored) to relax at all. Talia and I had had good lessons, so Mom passed around a box of chocolate-covered cherries. Love those things! It's a good thing Anselm wasn't there, the whole box would have been gone in the time it takes to count a measure in 4/4 (you can tell I'm a violinist, huh?). Well, anyway, we drove to a very California-looking stripmall. Dad got a call on his cellphone (we were a bit late), and used his "Asian" voice, so I know it was probably our realtor. We walked in through big glass doors with a shiny metal rood that made it look like a cool night club. We walked up stairs that smelled like a hotel. We walked into an elegant waiting room, with yellow and orange striped walls, and large, comfortable furniture. I looked at the glass table. It was dusty. A lady at the desk kept saying, "Orange Coast Title Company." Pause. "Thank you." It was annoying, and I was glad when a man with a tattoo led us into a professional-looking room with pictures that looked like Thomas Kinkade on the wall above laboratory cabinets and a sink. I drew, and Talia drew. Mom and Dad did paperwork with Mr. Tattoo and our realtors. At one point, they made fingerprints on paper with inkless ink. ??? Then we went back to drawing. About 15 minutes later, we left. The car was even hotter, and the chocolate cherries were soup. Talia was late to dance, so we hurried. Apparently, we're moving tomorrow. I'm so excited! I may not write, but I hope I will.

Kitty