as it gently whisps off to sleep, page-2

Sob. Blabber, you have me reaching for my hanky.
Tomorrow, our poor baby, who showed so much promise for so long, and in the end was unwanted by all but Lord Les, will have all her assets taken away, and become a shell, owning nothing. We, her uncles, who have supported her for so long, will receive not even the proverbial 30 pieces of silver in return for allowing Lord Les to take her.
However, in time, her new masters will instill new assets into her, and thereby restore her cruelly-taken dignity.
Baby PRH will live on, and in time be given a new name, hopefully whispered favourably by brokers, her shady past forgotten.
Sleep tight, for now, PRH, we, your uncles will supervise your welfare......


GZ