Carolyn didn’t read the obituaries in the Times and Telegraph although the papers were still delivered.
The weird letters started arriving almost immediately after the funeral, before Louis was cold in his grave as the phrase has it.
Most were begging letters in one form or another, others purported to offer condolences without an ulterior motive; quite a number of men, and two women, propositioned her, at least that was what it amounted to.
Carolyn enjoyed reading them, sometimes laughing out loud.
She was very pleased with the flattering chat up lines, based on seeing her in the papers and on TV, and wasn’t at all offended by the crude ones that spelt out what the writer would like to do to her given half a chance. She remembered she hadn’t always felt that way, that there was a tim
