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- A Novel Woman
- Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- A Novel Woman, AKA Pamela Patchet, was unwittingly born and raised in Toronto instead of Paris. She worked her way from A&W carhop to political advisor to advertising executive where, on any given day, she was called upon to soothe disgruntled clients, cajole temperamental artists, juggle multi-million dollar budgets or locate trained penguins for television commercials. She married a handsome dentist for love and a lifetime of free dental care, raised three kids, and established a freelance writing career, not unlike her earlier jobs, minus the penguins.
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Why oh why do we live here??
Yutha,
Let's blame our parents. And they can blame THEIR parents, who could have stayed in London. Then we'd be living the high life, sipping sherry and eating Eccles cakes and ordering stuff from Harrods. Or perhaps we'd be clubbing fish over the head and serving them battered with chips in a wagon. Maybe the snow ain't that bad?
Well, I would be living as an upper class Lady and you would be my lady-in-waiting. Sometimes I would allow you upstairs (you know, to do my hair, lay out my fancy clothes) and later you would be dancing a jig in the kitchen with the butler and the cook.
Yutha,
And then I would prepare your bath and settle you in, whilst I slip in some fancy bath salts and, with the help of the cook and the butler, a large toaster.
Well that's just mean - I was nice enough to employ you....
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