Erie's eyes dart around in a panic, before she seems to resign herself to the secret-telling.
She begins, voice shaky.
"Okay, deepest secret. It's, uhm- I-"
She blinks a few times, before her voice and posture straighten.
"I always say 'ze first 'zing I uhm, remembeur is being in some blankets in ...

"Uhm. I've 'ad-d my cane stolen a lot of times in a row. I 'z-zin-nk-k, if it got taken by someone any more tim-mes, I'd-"
Erie fairwether stops herself. Her head turns towards the floor, empty sockets now hidden by tufts of unkempt hair.
"Whateveur I would do, it would be so 'zey can't-t 'urt me ...

There are three Erie Fairweathers, categorically speaking

This is Erie.
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"'Zank you so much misteur captain! You're 'ze best."
-Erie Fairweather, when told she would be promoted from Service Worker to Bartender.
She has memory problems ...