This back-story is written as if Carlotta were telling someone he life story.
I was born in Iowa, on a farm that my mother and father owned. Their farm sold produce to a local organic co-op, and that were we made most of our money.
The farm had been in our family for three generations and had remaine in one piece only because in each generation there was one sibling who opted not to be a farmer and pss up their share of the land. In my father’s generation that sibling had been his brother, my Uncle Frank. When Frank joined the airforce, he was eighteen. He flew in the army until he was fifty. He retired to a small home close to our farm and would often come over in his small biplane to lend a hand. He was also the one who taught me to fly and I got my pilot’s license when I was seventeen. I celebrated by getting this here nose piercing put in. Cool, eh? So yeah I had a rough and tumble youth. Let’s just say that I learned quite a bit of brawling during that time and had more then a few friends on the wrong side of the tracks. Although I never did anything that would have gotten me in a lot of trouble with the law I am afraid to say that I did commit a few misdemeanors. When I was eighteen I moved to a larger city and attended a community college for two years and then graduated with an Associate’s degree. After I graduated I came here, to New York and went looking for a job. Mostly I did small uninteresting things like being a reptionist, but now I have found Hugh Rogers and I hope I will be able to put some of my skills to use. I don’t really believe in all of that woo-woo weird tabloid stuff, but I can fly wherever they want me too and maybe take some pictures of their bizarre stuff.
