Well, now Beulah Mae, it's about time you spoke up. I'd been a thinking that maybe that peeper had gotten you down. Bad enough he's been trying to get hisself a looksee when you're in the privy with yer knickers down, but hearing that he's moved in to the trailer court next to you made my poor old heart skip a bunch of beats. Heart was going so funny that I had to get Jimbo to crank up the old truck and haul me into town so old Doc Sniffy could look me over. Whooooeee! That man's a character....he's jest got to stick his honker into everyplace on a body. It's a wonder he don't get warts, too. Anyway, about your trailer. I'm real pleased you done got it paid down. Did you use any of that money that Aunt FAnny sent you? If you did, you best be real careful that you don't use no more of it in town for a while. Fanny said that the number printer that she and Jimbo rigged up has been acting kinda funny and keeps printing the same numbers on each and every bill. Something about Jimbo getting distracted thinking about Miz Dolly Parton's measurements while he was setting the counter. I asked Chatty Cathy about your helitrope and she said that your might be able to carry it over if you sing Dixie to it every night and bring it in the house and set it right next to your genuine Scarlett and Rhett dolls that I sent you when got out of diapers and into Big Girl Pants. Well, I gotta run. I read what you're doing to make that trailer look all festive and fancy for Halloween that I figure I gotta get me to the store and get some stuff to decorate my place, too. Can't have you being the only member of this family that's got more class than Miz Martha Stewart. Your Cousin, DeDe