Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

CHAPTER TEN
Since this narrative seems to be moving from past events, to
the future, and back to the present, it is hoped none of the
clarity has been lost in the process. When an English friend of
mine read the typescript of Pussywillow she remarked that all
the place names in Canada caused her not a little confusion.
Never having visited this country and possibly not being a
great traveler herself she found it rather disconcerting to read
of all the moving around we had experienced and I am fairly
sure she was not wishing herself in our shoes—envy would be
the last trait one could attribute to her, in this respect at least.
Before going back to Weybridge and events there, let me
say that sometimes one does meet a ‘ship’ (a person) a second
time if only through correspondence. Here is such an instance.
Last year, right out of the blue I received a letter from a
person with whom I had had no contact for around seventeen
years; I never expected to hear from her again since we were
in different countries and, she being a much younger person,
merely a girl in her early teens, we did not enjoy any mutual
interests. However, Adrienne wrote to me because the Rampa
Family had been ‘on her mind’ for some time. She wrote how
she had left the flower shop where she had worked when we
knew her in Dublin, and we had lived in the apartment above.
During that period it was necessary for me to travel to London
occasionally and on one of those trips it was arranged for
Adrienne to accompany me. Since she had never been away
from home before it was quite an experience for her—and a
responsibility for me. She told me in the letter that she has
visited London many times since—and that she always
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