In the United States and Canada, the series is known as “Where’s Waldo?” The original British books are known as “Where’s Wally?” and that’s translated directly into Spanish as “Dónde Está Wally?” So, with that as my inspiration, here’s “Where’s the Duchess?” (“Dónde Está La Duquesa?”). She’s much easier to find in this piece of art than she is right now (for me at least) in real life. But, as in the art, she’s no longer alone.
The latest word is that, not long after Sweet-Bonnie’s-Friend-Good-Samaritan-Howie’s visit, The Duchess did in fact leave her apartment as she was required to do. My understanding is that she was helped down to the lobby of her building by emergency workers. I believe, but am not certain, that a shelter has been set up in a community room off the lobby. I do know her two local emergency contacts were phoned and told she was downstairs, with her neighbors, with everything she needs, and she’s in good spirits. I know this all third-hand. I didn’t hear it directly but, thankfully, I did eventually hear it just the same.
|WHERE’S THE DUCHESS?
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Old friends and acquaintances have been exceptionally generous and kind. One of my mother’s incredible friends let me know The Duchess could stay with her as long as necessary. If I could only reach the Duchess, I would tell her that. I’m also especially grateful to a few always empathetic and thoughtful members of my extended family. They communicate with me and don’t blame me for living far away. They also laugh (and listen) while I speak in New York hyper-drive, which is what I do when I’m stressed, angry, nervous… or happy. (I guess I’m often in New York hyper-drive.) One of these days, I’ll actually speak with or exchange email with The Dowager Duchess herself. In the meantime, I’ll leave things to her minions.
Who needs electricity anyway? As the Dowager Duchess of Downton Abbey once said:
“I couldn’t have electricity in the house. I wouldn’t sleep a wink. All those vapours floating about.”