Myrtle here - secret news from the left -,

Myrtle here - all alone off to the left way left like left field - I think I just hijacked an I phone - I am kinda old school - eyes are on potatoes either side of yer nose - or fore head if you are from a goldfish bowl or from the Deep South side of this here family....

And phones should be in a booth or on a wall - in the middle of the room. With one long cord. Just long enough for everyone to hear but no one to get what you are saying - dial - like the soap - like for dollars. Like when ya show a kid they look at it and ask I see the letters but how so you text?

Like how I see the place where Erhyl was and the train tracks she left on - but no note. No letter to say see ya - or goodbye. How am I to know? Those on the right side just seem to know and do as they please.... Well it does not please me.

It has been been almost three weeks since she left. At first I was a bit cold. Always got smothered under her little self when Kelly rolled over - but heck now I am all smushed up in this corset thing - which I can assure you one size fits no one - all alone - and where on earth is hot water?

The only sound of water I hear is some weird gurgling from where Erhyl was and the odd drop of a tear from the pointy nosed beaver faced gal I hang out on.

And whew. Am I hanging. Out on a limb. As the limb on the right side does not move. It is all swollen and stiff and creaks like dry wood on a Nova Scotia board walk. But one without crabs.

So I have been watching. And listening and trying to figure - where our figure went. - and wondering why all these people were running in circles all wearing pink for some cure- cure for what? Why raise money for this cancer thing - it seems to be doing just fine on its own!

So how doI figure out what the heck is going on?

Cause I'll tell ya. Kelly - and that nice gal - and all these people who keep poking - proding - pricking - panicking - photographing and pattering on and on - have no idea.

But I heard tonite- . That tomorrow the train tracks and the path they are on will be revealed by those who laid them. Er. That sounds way more fun that it was.

I was kinda there - naked and all - and yes there were drugs - but that is not the kind of laid out a old fashioned gal like me wants.

I want the facts laid out. And the truth. And I want to know if I am on the the same track as Ethyl. I do not want this to be the Whistle Stop Cafe. I like Fried green Tomatoes. I just want them at the Bellagio.

And franlky I want them with a nice hot shower. So if you know anything - more than I will know tomorrow - send a pigeon.

Or an owl. That I get. Here is what I do not get.

Why is Kelly is so sore? And why is that nice gal is so sad? And why does this thing ding and ring all the time? And why there are flowers everywhere? And why I am I all alone - Out in left field.?

And yes Laura. There is no crying in baseball. But there is crying when you are scared.

And when you have no idea how to hang up an I phone. Maybe there is an app for that. And maybe just maybe. Tomorrow there will be an app for cancer.

Love Myrtle.