Three Alternate Endings for Johanna

1. My Anthony perished at sea years ago. I freed the lark and took up tatting. Human hair makes the finest lace. How to procure it? Well. All my father left behind were his razors.

2. Hope flourishes! We’re still contributing with cleanup efforts after the, er, “incident” on Fleet Street. Toby, our ward, is doing better. There really is no place like London.

3. I suppose I should be happy, but a housewife’s life is rather dull. The only part I enjoy is cooking…actually, no. Just the food preparation. All the cutting and slicing, cutting and slicing, cutting and…