Emails to Scott, Alison, and Madelyn
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xp_communicationTo: Summers, Scott
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Checking In.
I thought I'd let you know I couldn't handle another moment of meditating. So, I'm off. I'm heading back home to see a friend and the boys, my brothers, before they send out a search party for me. I hope you're well and collected, still in one piece and all.
I'll still be in my hideaway in the city for another day if you need me.
Cheers,
Betsy
To: Bartlett, Madelyn
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Long time, no accidental trip to medlab?
How are things? Argh, that was a stupid thing to ask. What I meant to say is that I'm sure since my departure and with Nathan focused on fatherhood that no one else has managed to liven those hoity Victorian walls. At least, I hope not.
I've found my sense of humour, partly. It was tucked away behind a rather large stick up my arse, or so my psychiatrist is saying, or better yet, thinking.
It's odd what happens in the latter part of the evening. You get homesick. I'm not ready to come back, if ever, but I hadn't realised that I would miss it until now. I keep smiling everytime I think of you and Hank. All those redheads underground and underwraps, he must be thinking he did something right in his previous life.
Well, so you know, I'm heading out tomorrow for home, my real home. It's bout time I popped in for a visit. See you.
Cheers,
Betsy
To: Blaire, Alison
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Still Here
I wanted to check in with you and Miles. I'm sorry for the way that I behaved before, but I needed some space and perspective. I'm sure life is churning around without me, as usual. And you're even enjoying yourself with that megalomaniac of yours. I hope you aren't angry with me, but if you were, you'd be justified.
I miss you.
Betsy
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Checking In.
I thought I'd let you know I couldn't handle another moment of meditating. So, I'm off. I'm heading back home to see a friend and the boys, my brothers, before they send out a search party for me. I hope you're well and collected, still in one piece and all.
I'll still be in my hideaway in the city for another day
Cheers,
Betsy
To: Bartlett, Madelyn
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Long time, no accidental trip to medlab?
How are things? Argh, that was a stupid thing to ask. What I meant to say is that I'm sure since my departure and with Nathan focused on fatherhood that no one else has managed to liven those hoity Victorian walls. At least, I hope not.
I've found my sense of humour, partly. It was tucked away behind a rather large stick up my arse, or so my psychiatrist is saying, or better yet, thinking.
It's odd what happens in the latter part of the evening. You get homesick. I'm not ready to come back, if ever, but I hadn't realised that I would miss it until now. I keep smiling everytime I think of you and Hank. All those redheads underground and underwraps, he must be thinking he did something right in his previous life.
Well, so you know, I'm heading out tomorrow for home, my real home. It's bout time I popped in for a visit. See you.
Cheers,
Betsy
To: Blaire, Alison
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Still Here
I wanted to check in with you and Miles. I'm sorry for the way that I behaved before, but I needed some space and perspective. I'm sure life is churning around without me, as usual. And you're even enjoying yourself with that megalomaniac of yours. I hope you aren't angry with me, but if you were, you'd be justified.
I miss you.
Betsy
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Date: 2005-03-26 03:26 am (UTC)I'm grateful for all of those who made it back, and glad I made it back as well. And wishing those who didn't had but... they'll be missed.
Mmm. Silly thing. He's not a megalomaniac. Doesn't fit the profile. ;) But my beau he is, and glad for it I am, as well.
Sadly? If you're headed for sandy beaches, well... let me know if you'll be ready for company at that point. Dreams were made to be sought after. It's what they're all about.
*hugs*
Love,
Alison
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Date: 2005-03-26 04:50 am (UTC)I meant sadly--in that I had to leave to find myself, or at least partly. There are other bits that I'm still missing, reassurances that I need before I can push past this particular point in my life.
If I seem silly to you, I must be on the right track. I'm only satisfied to hear that you and yours are well (as much as can be expected, considering).
I'm hoping you're inviting yourself because I'm concoting a plan. A plan based around the concept that if I'm anywhere near a beach, I better have you in tow. Sounds good? Maybe a while in the making, but a good thing to look forward to, n'est-ce pas?
Betsy