Dear Glory,
After I sent that last letter to you I almost ran down to the post office to steal it back. But when I thought about digging through all those V-mails, burying myself under a mountain of hopes and fears and flop-sweat, well, I just couldn’t. I let my words go.
And now I’ve offended you, haven’t I?
I treasure Sal’s and Toby’s letters. When they come I breathe a little easier, and let myself think of the future.
But when I receive a letter from you I make a pot of tea, and sit down with it like an old, dear friend. My life would be darker without them, Glory.
Please write back.
Sincerely,
Rita