Pammie was wonderful to be around because she could tell tales about all her travels, she loved to discuss liberal politics, and she had read *everything.* She got the book club to read one of the Flashman books, which was wacky fun if (and that is a very big if) you could get past the most objectionable parts of Flashy's character and the language he used. She also gave me a paperback of the complete works of Saki, the pseudonym of H.H. Munro, an Edwardian-era British writer of mostly short stories that skewered top society often in macabre ways. Her favorite story was "Tobermory," the story of a cat who was taught to talk, to the dismay of all the humans around him. And here it is: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Oracle/7207/tober.html
I had never heard of Saki, but she was certain I would love his stories, and of course she was right. Pammie had a great life, she had a great talent for making friends, and I will miss her. With love, Laurie
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