cont'd from previous page Robyn wanted to be an author when she grew up. I believed she would have made a wonderful and insightful writer. We made a promise to each other when she was eight years old. She would write stories and I would draw pictures for them. She left this story for me to draw. This is part of my long overdue promise and a tribute to my dear cousin and her family. Her memory will never melt away. It will always remain as playful and loving as her heroine, Flossie. The actual text of Robyn's story will follow.