“x” was the seventh child of mr y, the seventh richest man in the world, by his seventh wife.
she lived in a big house on a big hill.
the house was staffed by a hundred servants, of which seven were reserved for x’s personal use.
x never saw much of either of her parents. her father was a busy man, and her mother, who had long since been replaced, was in prison for murdering one of her own servants - a chauffeur or gardener.
x was not a happy child. an analyst suggested that she find some hobby or interest to occupy her time. such as music, or art, or a political or social cause.
after being given a number of presentations on these subjects by accredited experts, x asked for time to make up her mind. this time was, of course, granted.
but before she could make up her mind, disaster struck.
the fortune of mr y, and his position as “seventh richest man in the world”, was based largely on his effective ownership of several third world countries.
revolution broke out in not one, not two, but in all three of the countries.
the dominoes began to fall.
mr y’s vast fortune evaporated almost overnight.
mr y disappeared. presumably with some fragment of his former fortune buried in some sorts of bank accounts somewhere, and with some suitcases of gold and jewelry.
mr y had often been thought by his more conspiracy minded fellow humans to be an agent of some alien race, or a member of an alien race.
be that as it may, the ex-wives and their offspring were left high and dry. what little they had left, most were inclined to spend on lawyers, to fight each other over the scraps. some spent on private detectives, to attempt to track down mr y.
it was an unfortunate situation.
some of the members of the younger generation of mr y’s brood decided to exit the fray, and strike out on their own into the “real world”.
among them was “x”, who encountered the serial killer of highway ———, whom annette walker davis determined to track down.
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