Dear Cousin Bam-Bam, I'm writing you 'cause I learned some right distressing news about our Cousin Belle Ringer. Seems Belle got herself crosswise with that Sheriff Yin. By the way, I think that Yin fellow may be second cousin thrice removed from Sheriff Yang, but then you never know with them folks that get themselves born on the wrong side of the sheets, if you know what I mean (and I'm sure that you do know since you is a well-brought up gal and you got your own cross to bear what with Jimbo). It's so hard to divine the character of the entire tree when some of the grafts ain't done by the book. But don't you feel bad, the rest of us in the family don't hold Jimbo against you. Really we don't. I was talking about Belle, so I'll just be continuing on with it. Bam-Bam, hold onto your bonnet: Belle's got herself in the pokey. I hear tell they is making her wear a fifth hand dress made out of pale pink polyester stretch velour and it ain't becoming to Belle in the leastest way. I mean Belle's got herself a little bit of a tummy now that she's spending so much time talking on that computer device she got, and stretch velour just ain't fitting when it's tight in the tummy. But at least the creases fall on out when Belle gets out of her chair. Never did like to see a woman with a big smile across her lap; just isn't ladylike, you know what I mean? Cousin Sadie used to say that a lady without the proper foundation garments just wasn't up to receiving and no proper foundation garment would leave no way for any creases to get settled, no matter what. Be that as it may, we gotta do something about getting Belle out of the clutches of that Sheriff Yin. I'm hoping you or Beulah Mae got some ideas. I'll even take some help from that Guido feller. He might be real useful and looks to me like he's getting real sweet on you. I gots to go get some more egg money together for Preacher. Edna's done her tithe, so I guess I best get on to doing mine. I'll send a copy of this to Cousin Hurrah Cane; poor things real excitable these days. Must be the heat, 'cause it sure couldn't be no hooch. Your cousin DeDe