LIBERTY IS ON THE CASE

Quelle damage! Quelle surprise!

Pearl Pearl Pearl. After hearing of your unfortunate situation, I took my last whiff of Wite-Out, phoned any and all Vermillion connections in Chicago to no avail, and began to plot out our plan to once again save you from the depths to which you've sunk. First off, I hope this proves to you that any effort you pursue to prove yourself without the help and finances of your loving family is forever futile. It simply cannot be done. For this, my dear, is the last straw. Since we vowed so long ago to always be there for one another, (except for an occasional masquerade charity bbq that I host annually and you seem to miss) Midge and I will do our best to solve this crisis. After all, that's what esteemed alumni do for one another. After all, your father so graciously paid for therapy I incurred due to the six months I spent as Don Carlo Marrero's "love slave." And don't let my stint in rehab worry you, for I am now on leave, probation you might say, and am free to leave the state if necessary...and believe me, this warrants it.

So, after our coronation at the Alumnus gala this eve, I am heading over to Midge's in my new "just got out of rehab" black Volvo wagon to find Baby Matthew. After all, a little time in Lock up may do you some good. Trust me, many nights in the hospital, alone in my room, I would reflect on choices I've made that have rendered me paralyzed as to what is right and what is wrong. This is your time, Pearl Necklace. Also, I'd heed Midge's words carefully in respect to Agatha!

Remember the time we tried to trim her goatee so that she'd be a suitable partner for Dane Mesinjer at the Sesquicentennial Same Sex Sunday Social? She was so mad!! I thought we'd never get over what she did to us in return. I mean really! We were only trying to help. She was totally out of line for re-routing our weekend performance at the Blue Ridge Mountain Observatory for the Blind to the Carolina Retreat and Recovery Unit for the Southeast Chapter of Diabetic Epileptics. Big Aggie knew that our recent foray into laser light spectacles and peppermint pat-downs would result in a massive display of discord and disobedience, not to mention the horrible impalement Midge suffered. Wasn't it you, Pearl, that managed to settle their nerves whilst I hot-wired the shuttle van to bring us safely home? Our mistake was instead of talking it out with Agatha, we plotted our revenge. Of course we did go to far with the Sideshow fiasco, but that's beside the point...just keep away. If you are around her, whatever trouble she's in, will become yours.

Back to the plan...I think that it's best that we start with the McDonald's you allegedly abandoned poor Baby Matthew. He is the key to dismissing the murder wrap. If we can find him, I'm sure you and Rolo can work out some sort of deal that will enable you to bypass any abduction charge. We'll need to dig deep into your boss' background. It seems that the only way out of this is to somehow convince the Monett's that you are totally innocent. Since this is the hardest thing to do, considering your checkered past, a plea may be in order...unless you know something my dear....anything on him or his wife. Why did she let a total stranger into her car, with her child in tow? What kind of mother would do such a thing? Unless she knew who you were! Think hard! It doesn't seem that far off base that someone could be out to get YOU! Haven't the Dunbars always had to face countless ordeals such as this one, usually when you are concerned?? We must keep all possibilities open. Boy, little did I know that Matlock Mondays at "camp" (my little nickname for rehab) would come in handy. Oh well...more to come once we arrive.

We need as much information on the Monett family as possible, especially the wife. Who knows? Maybe in the huge realm of our social circles, she may be familiar to someone. Now I don't want to worry you thinking that someone is out to get you. I just want to exhaust all avenues. I, for one, do not want to spend any more of my precious time in some sort of sick and twisted servitude in order to save you again. I've suffered enough...and so have you Pearl Creme. And Midge, I'm sure you're suffering right along with us, although to some it may not be as obvious. You seem to know an awful lot about our lives and the feeling is not mutual. I do love you my sister in Peck, but if we're going to help Pearl Harbor out of this debacle, we must communicate. That's why I'm so looking forward to working with you on this case. Without you, I don't know what I'd do.

On that note, my only concern is for the city of Chicago...for here we come, in gowns and crowns, ready to find ourselves a toddler!

Loads of love to all!

Keep the faith dear my little #13184579782 sister! And Midge...let's go girl!

Forever I remain,
Liberty Belle Vermillion.