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“Dear, dearest Bill,” the letter began.
“I’ve arrived safe and sound. See? Your future wife can take care of herself. I’m excited and tired and dirty and excited (I wrote that, didn’t I?) and I miss you. Above all, I miss you. To keep away the loneliness, I’m working very hard. It is an amazing thing to see. Everyone is so happy I’m here and going out of their way to make me comfortable and content. The children are adorable and so eager to learn. I feel very useful. And I miss you. Please understand my enthusiasm. I’m using it as a shield against my need and love and desire to be with you.”
She signed her name, Beth, with love and kisses, folded the letter neatly, put it in an envelope, sealed it, wrote out Bill’s address back east – New York City, to be exact licked a stamp, thumped it with her fist and sat back in her chair with a yawn so deep it curled her toes and stretched her arms. She looked at the clock and yawned again. It was only eight thirty but she felt like it was 2:00 A.M.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.