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Post by Liam on Apr 30, 2008 17:15:57 GMT -5
Dearest Sorcha-
Manderley is boring without you. It's as simple as that. I love you and I miss you and I can't wait until the day you come home to me.
Love, Liam
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 30, 2008 17:43:33 GMT -5
*In passing the faculty desk on his way out, whistling, Wellington Grisham noted an envelope with Sorcha's name on it waiting for pickup in her mail cubby. He squinted at the return address--it seemed to be from Cornwall, and he recalled her home was there.*
"Miss MacNamara asked me to bring her her mail, please," *he said. The clerk scurried to accommodate the great professor, handing him the letter.* "Thank you."
*Once around the corner, he noted the name.*
A man who isn't family sending her mail. I wonder if that's what holding her back.
*Without a second thought or remorse, he slit open the envelope and quickly scanned the letter's contents.
He stuffed envelope and letter into the glowing stove by the door in the foyer as he left the building.*
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Post by Liam on May 1, 2008 11:33:12 GMT -5
Dearest Sorcha-
I suppose the last letter got lost as I haven't had a reply, and normally you're very good about replying. Your letters really are the only things that keep me from going mad.
Mother reports that your family is well, and that Mikey's married Mary Carter as planned, and that Katie Ann has been married off to someone in France. Nobody really knows who, but she writes that she's happy.
I miss you and love you, Liam
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Post by Sorcha on May 1, 2008 11:39:45 GMT -5
*Grisham didn't even bother opening the letter this time before he tore it to shreds and fed the fire with it.*
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Post by Liam on May 1, 2008 12:21:00 GMT -5
*Though he kept sending letters, for almost a year, they never got replies. One year to the day that he'd left her at Oxford, he stopped writing. The letters had once come every day, then once a week, then once every few weeks, then months, then finally they stopped.*
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