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The Heinz Ketchup American. An Ophelia Perhaps Mystery. Part 1.

My mother called me Fi Fi and my father called me Pumpkin, but to my neighbors and writing students, I’m Miss Ophelia Perhaps, neighborhood detective. I live with a very difficult cat named Ti Jean in the tiny room of some family friends in Summertown, just north of Oxford. After a brisk walk down Banbury […]