I heard back from Cambridge this morning.
The minute I got the email story parts bounced down from my brain like streamers of curly ribbon.
Sadly I cannot write today. I am making up for it by reading novels with an eye toward study and thinking up mischief for my people while I sleep.
And this blog entry is hunt and peck on my phone. Or, accurately, peck. I do know where to find all the letters. Thank you, Doris Miller.