“I miss Cyril,” Gwendolyn told Cecily.
“Oh I don’t know,” replied Cecily. “I remember his having been as daft as all get out. He may have been quite a handsome dapper fellow, but the family’s tendency to think he was such a sweetie pie is pure garbage.”
“Do you really think he was that big of a creep?” Gwendolyn asked.
“Oh Puhlease!!” Cecily reminded her. “He drove us nuts for years. The man was a pathological liar. He was friendly enough, though, to cajole anyone into or out of anything. That’s all people remember. We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time.
“Yes,” Gwendolyn admitted. “Family folklore can be deceptive. His charisma fooled pert near everyone. One of these days we should both sit down and make an itemized check list of the lives the old goat destroyed.”