Keep in mind too all that Marie did for us. Also keep in mind that you may be talking about MadMadMargo’s mother. Let’s have a little respect here.

“Hoof” doesn’t ring a bell. We don’t have any animals here and back in the days when your biological father was named they ate only coconut and fish, which was all that was available locally. So I doubt that he was named after an animal’s hoof, but, who knows? Far stranger things have happened in Shalampax. I’ll do a little investigating here and see if I come up with anything.

(Just as an aside, it was Marie who named Shalampax. And before Marie arrived, none of the people here had names. People just sort of pointed and grunted the equivalent of “you” or “her”. It wasn’t until Marie taught the people here English that they developed our naming system and chose names for themselves. So the people who were born before Marie arrived, including your father, chose their own names after they learned some rudimentary English.)

Uhmmm….I love sex as much as the next person and I have no reluctance to enjoy a wide variety of partners so I’m not taking any sort of holier-than-thou approach. But, by your own admission, Marie slept with so many men so often that it is impossible to narrow down the list of men who slept with her in her final days on the island (and I’m not suggesting there was much actual dozing-off type sleeping going on) because there were so many of them. So it appears to me that the besmirching has long ago gotten a very strong start.

Anyway, if Marie is truly my mother, I have to applaud her decision to place me in the orphanage, I have had a wonderful life as a result.

I have tried very hard to remember that conversation between my ‘mother’ and her sister. Unfortunately, all I remember is a Shalampaxian was claiming to be my biological father. However, there is one thing I am hoping may be a clue in helping to determine the sender of that letter. Does the name “Hoof” ring any bells? The reason I ask is my older brother from time-to-time would call me “Hoof”, which would really anger my mother. Could it be his teasing was based on the man who sent the letter?

I await your next report.

While there is no question that Marie is certainly, at a minimum, a free spirit, I’m reluctant to label her a slut. You have to understand, if Marie had not been washed up on our island back in 1952 or so we’d probably still be communicating in grunts and lashing ourselves to trees at night to prevent being blown away while we sleep. Marie helped us to realize that housing ourselves in a building is a better way to go. So, despite being a bit of a pain in the butt by continuously correcting people’s spelling and grammar when she was here, we all owe her a deep debt of gratitude and we are reluctant to besmirch her character without proof.

As a person who was also adopted as an infant, I can certainly empathize with MadMadMargo’s interest and yet also hesitation with believing unproven parental claims. It may well be quite distressing for her to find that Marie is far beyond being simply a free spirit, it appears she’s the very definition of slut. However, this may be a medical/psychological problem of nymphomania since she doesn’t charge money – which would make her a card-carrying member of the world’s oldest profession.

I will be eagerly anticipating any further news.