This is little Edith.
Edith is French, and her name is pronounced "eh-DEET".
Edith came to us originally as a foreign exchange student, but apparently she liked it so much at our house that she wrote to the Embassy claiming political asylum, and was subsequently granted refugee status based on some wild story involving arsenic laced bon-bons and spies posing as French monks, so we sort of got 'stuck' hosting her on a long term basis. We didn't object to this turn of events because we thought it would be beneficial for the other girls to learn French.
Edith apparently speaks no English at all (aside from a couple of isolated colorful English 'expressions' I did overhear on certain occasions when she became petulant over something or another, expressions which would be inappropriate to repeat here and which I am fairly certain she does not understand the meaning of). In any case, Edith tends to express herself solely in French, in emphatic outbursts muttered under her breath. I'm afraid this repressed verbal style will not be condusive to the linguistic education of the others. Edith seems to have her own agenda and prefers to play by herself. I am hoping she will become more sociable as time goes on.
She does seem to have culinary skills that she must have learned at some point. She has an uncanny knack for finding where wild morels grow in forsaken apple orchards, and has made delicious omelettes on several occasions.
When Edith came to us, she had pronounced 'musculature issues'. The ancient elastic holding her limbs and head to her body had long since 'blown', leaving the poor thing quite limp and unable to stand or lift her arms and legs on her own. Surgery was necessary, which was mysteriously paid for by an anonymous foreign sponsor.
The following are sequencial photographs of the surgical procedure of Edith's re-stringing.
WARNING: the following graphic medical images of Edith's surgery are not for the squeamish or faint of heart.
A hefty combination of laudanum, morphine, and schnapps was administered.
Fancy medical textbooks are feverishly consulted so as to avoid any 'oopsies'.
New donor ligaments and connective tissues are sutured into place.
At last, the patient getting pulled back together.
Edith begins to come to from the anesthesia.
She is able to sit up by herself for the first time in many years.
An emotional moment.
A costly and highly specialized medical adhesive is applied to close the wounds. Edith must maintain this ancient and difficult yoga position while it dries.
Edith's favorite tattered dress from a now defunct Parisienne couturier is washed, then shortened to a new fashionable length and tailored back into place.
Recovered from her surgery and ready for her closeup.
Getting her sea legs back.
Though the language barrier prevented her from expressing her gratitude in words, is there a cold heart amongst us that cannot plainly see the new hope and joy in the expression on her tiny face?
Once Edith became independently mobile, the other girls demonstrated increased curiousity about her. Ruby in particular has always had an aptitude for language.
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