Ben has been reading the girls an old Nancy Drew book of mine. By old, I mean, it's old. It belonged to my mom or one of my aunts.
There is a catch to this old Nancy Drew mystery (there always is, isn't there). It's missing the last two pages.
In order to remedy this problem Ben went to the local library to pick up a newly released copy of the book. Now we may find out if Mortimer Bartescue is truly the cad he appears to be and what did happen exactly to Margaret Judson.
But guess what. In pursuing the newer copy containing this story of the young, attractive titan-haird sleuth, Ben discovered that it has been abridged. The story is about half as long.
WHAT KIND OF SOCIETY FEELS THE NEED TO ABRIDGE A NANCY DREW MYSTERY???
CAN WE NOT HANDLE THAT KIND OF DEPTH?
I'm sorry. I'm going to hibernate in protest of my culture. Ben is going to look for an authentic copy on Abe Books. And then maybe one of us can call Carson Drew to get a good, decent, slim and fit for his age, good looking lawyer with noble ideals. I'm sure he'd be interested in how this has happened to us. Also, his eighteen year old daughter may be able to help.