EE's Autobiography 5

The trauma of having lost the tip of my pinkie finger, at age 3, in the automated maw of a Mecury Montery is at least partially responsible for my success as an editor today. Father was quick to blame (rightfully so, I might add) my siblings, twins Sanguine and Sangfroid, while Mother proclaimed it a tragedy with farcical elements after she had repaired the injured digit with a running stitch of dental floss and two tender kisses administered between murmured “all better now” enjoiners. The defo