You're Wondering Who I Am: Machine or Mannequin

Remember how I mentioned that an "R Sullivan" was teasing me, sending me photographs from high school but refusing to admit her identity? She sent me clues, such as this picture of her son, Matthew. I also realized that she must've been in Keywanettes and on the yearbook staff because of where she'd wielded her camera.

But I couldn't figure her out. I just couldn't narrow it down, and even though she'd set up a temporary email account using "86grad" as the ID, I was beginning to think she was actually a spy from the class of 87.

In the meantime, I addressed another worry by posting a list of names of people whose addresses aren't yet on our list. I included the senior portrait I'd scanned of Stephanie LeBlanc, and, yes, you guessed it: that's the identity of our Tease.

Stephanie gave me undue credit by assuming that post was my way of revealing my discovery. I admitted that unless my subconscious mind had worked it out, posting her photo was a complete coincidence. Another coincidence, by the way, is that her husband and my husband were lab partners in Biology II at Bel Air High School in Baton Rouge. They dissected a fetal pig together. One more coincidence? Bel Air students are the Bengals. Want another one? Both Stephanie and I are brunettes.

I'd better quit now: I'm giving myself chills over here.