Greg: Hello Jo. Thanks for agreeing to talk with us.
Jo: It's my pleasure. I enjoy sitting of an evening and talking with friends and family.
Greg: Yes, it's something that's not done often enough these days. Why don't you tell us a little bit about your friends and family. How are they doing these days?
Jo: Oh fine, fine. I must say that the family is growing by leaps and bounds, and everyone is fit and well, thankfully. Marmee and Papa are well and quite contented now that Papa is home and the war is over.
Greg: It's good to hear they are well. What news do you have of your sisters?
Jo: Oh they are fine. Meg and John are doing well, and the twins, Daisy and Demi, are flourishing. John's work as a tutor keeps him quite busy. At times I fear that Meg is left overlong with the twins on her own. They can be very demanding, and at times things get tedious for her. She bears it well, though. After all, it is what is expected of her.
Greg: Still, it sounds like she could use a break every now and again. Does anyone ever give her a hand?
Jo: We all help out from time to time, but I am afraid she is left on her own to cope more often than not.
Greg: And what of your youngest sister, Amy?
Jo: She is married now, did you not know? You'll never guess who to! Well, our Aunt March took her abroad to paint and attend to her. And who do you suppose she met over there? Why none other than our own dear, sweet Laurie! He was in Europe studying abroad. It was a happy coincidence that they should meet so far from home.
A few years had passed and they had much changed in each other's eyes. Well, shortly after, after Beth died, Amy came home with Laurie at her side and they were married! Everyone was mush surprised, but we were happy that Amy had married someone of such fine character. Thee fact that he was so well to do was not unappreciated, either.
Greg: Oh how lovely. That brings me to Beth. I know that it must be hard for you to speak of her, but I was hoping you could share some of your fondest memories of her.
Jo: It is not hard for me to think of her. In fact, I think of her every day, and always my heart is lightened when I think of her. She was with us for only a relatively short time, but she is at the root of all my fondest memories of home and growing up. In fact at times, the two--home and Beth--are indistinguishable in my memory.
I think my fondest memories are of her playing the piano and acting in our little plays up beneath the eaves in the attic. She loved her cats and her dolls. Sometimes I almost envy Beth, for she will remain young for all time, while we will age and eventually fade away.
Greg: Hmmm, interesting observation. And how is your life faring, if I may ask?
Jo: My book is selling above and beyond my expectations. So much so, in fact, that I must admit that my publishers have requested another manuscript, which I am endeavoring to finish as soon as may be.
Of course, I am hard pressed for writing time what with taking care of my nephews Franz and Emil, and our two sons, Rob and Teddy. My husband, Friedrich, is a wonderful teacher. It was he who encouraged me to address serious matters in my writing. I never thought I could ever feel toward someone what I feel for him.
Greg: That's great. I'm glad that everything is going so well. Thanks for stopping by and giving us an update.
Jo: Life keeps moving along. Old memories mix with new, weaving a tapestry that we can wrap around us like a warm quilt to see us through cold, lean times. I have really enjoyed talking with you as well, sir. Good day to you.