Patagonia had the best sound of all the places marked on her retirement map. France and Spain couldn’t compete with their one-syllable names, and Italy sounded too much like a giggle.
Autumn was the best time for retirement, what with cool winds and colorful landscapes. Patagonia had a temperate autumn climate and many pine forests dappled with flowers. Time in a pine forest at the bottom of a continent seemed idyllic, and offered her, in her dreams, the life of The Faerie Queene with Courvoisier.
But alas, once the haze of her dreams passed, what her life became in the autumn evenings in the pine forests of Patagonia was Lolita with espresso and the muted trombones of a marching band led by a man who used to be Ray the plumber but who now was Razz-Ma-Tazz Raymond.
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