217 Babel Street | Apartment 7
Dearest,
I’ve never known anyone so honest so deep in their heart as you, and now, here I am, hoping to merit that honesty by matching it with a belated effort of my own.
Something I wrote in my last missive is bothering me. It was wrong of me to imply that Rev Castor had offended me. The truth is, when we moved to Blackthorn Sands, when I joined the parish, I unburdened myself to him - in spite of what we’d agreed and our fresh start. How could I have taken communion otherwise? But now, weakly, I find myself thinking about the... arrangements, and I can’t bear the thought of him sending me on my way... remembering things, thinking of me as the woman who...
Ask them to dress me in that blue ballgown – it's at the back of the wardrobe - even if I look a sight. It will fit, slip of a thing that I am again!
Edna will return. I believe that. Some day, she’ll understand, she’ll forgive. I wish I could be as sure about Sophie but I can’t. So I’d like her picture, the one beside our bed, next to me when... Somehow, in spite of everything, I can’t imagine she’d begrudge me that.
Please be well. I truly can’t bear the thought that you might go to pieces without me there to look after you. This is the last thing I’ll ask. From now on, I’m determined to be more cheerful, less needy. Time is too prec