Dear Sara,
I still do not know who you are, or why you keep writing to me. Your only excuse would be if English is your second language. I fear for your country.
Ello Matthew
So what are you doing?
It was odd seeing your Matins section this morning. I woke thinking about lying in bed with you, and went into town wondering where you were. How I enjoyed (to an extent) the absence of communication between us at the moment. I felt you needed time away from me so that you could see me as a woman rather than as a patient.
I went to the church and said a prayer for you and for me, and for the dead souls that we'd left behind. I stared at the statue of Virigin Mary and thought about how different she had appeared when you were Bill and I was a virtuous nun.
I lit a candle for us, its probably burning still.
