The postman tripped over Angela's
prostrate form and stooped to see if
the lovely woman at his feet was hurt, or even alive. Angela stirred,
opened her wide lavender blue eyes and murmured, "Where am I?"
The relieved mail carrier handed her a letter and went on his
The letter was from Angela's
cousin, Agatha Prim-Twitchett, telling her
of a suite of rooms available at a rooming house just down the street
from her in Lavender Lane, a London suburb. Angela was tempted. Many
people from the film world lived in Lavender Lane, and she might be able
to make some useful contacts, people she couldn't meet while living in
Delta's garden house. She sneered distainfully as she remembered that
Melisa Love, the film critic, also
lived there. Mel was Angela's bitter enemy, having written scathing
reviews of both of Angela's last movies. Also, Angela's nosy cousin
would be just a few houses down....but, all things considered......
Angela and James Abner Goodfellow
were settling down in their sunny new
rooms on Lavender Lane, on the second floor overlooking a pleasant
garden. Down the street, Agatha Prim-Twitchett leaned out of a 3rd story
window, her trusty binoculars swinging on her ample bosom. Agatha liked
to know what was going on in lavender Lane. She saw someone enter
Angela's house and ring the doorbell....