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Updated: May 14, 2025

Lotta had inherited eight or ten town and country houses, and for the moment was perched like a bird of passage, on her Roman villa, called Seven Hills. Warble's little electric Palanquin rolled through the arch of Constantine and she ascended the dazzling flight of marble steps to the entrance patio. "Hello, Pot Pie," screamed Lotta, by way of greeting, "come on in, the firewater's fine."

Carolyn Wells - Ptomaine Street