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From: toilandtrouble@yahoo.co.uk
Dear Nate,
I've been sitting here for the last hour, trying to think of what to say. Apart from the obvious 'thank you', that is. Curt insisted I leave off opening your parcel until my actual birthday and I'm sort of glad I did since there's so much going on that's not-birthday-ish right now. I always did love this book and it was a real wrench to leave it behind. I guess I thought I'd lost the rights to it or something typically melodramatic. But having it back... it's like seeing an old friend again. Even if my Arabic's a bit rusty, between the pounding I gave the grey matter last year and the lack of study since. New Orleans wasn't big on language classes past the Creole. Which is a really fucked up language, by the way. Had to learn it so I knew half of what was being said to me by Tante's girls.
And I'm rambling again.
Moira's told me bits and pieces of what's happened to you over the last few months - as much as she thought I could handle, I suppose, since there was a lot of it that was to do with me and what I did. Pete's told me some more, filling in the gaps. And I know 'sorry' doesn't mean anything, but I wanted you to know how sorry I am, for the way things turned out, for what happened to GW, for even losing your dad like you did. I don't know what to say past that, except that I'm glad it's over, that you're back relatively safe and sound.
I'm actually in London now - something's happened with Rom and Pete's got me going through her papers in case there's something magic-related there. Nice and safe and boring, don't you (and Moira) worry. I'm enjoying being able to help, especially since it's Rom. I'm being careful about my powers, too, bleeding off the extra regularly, that sort of thing. Even eating and sleeping regularly; hell, I've been making sure the others do too. As much as I can, any way.
There's more, lots more, that I want to say, but I'm buggered if I know where to even start. Some of it I said in my letter, some of it Angelo probably told you when he got back. Written words have never been my friends, really, not when it comes to the important stuff. Maybe one day I can have a go at saying stuff in person. Besides, Remy's going to be here any minute to take me out. Something about not spending my birthday doing paperwork.
Take care of yourself and Moira and everyone else.
Amanda.
From: toilandtrouble@yahoo.co.uk
Dear Nate,
I've been sitting here for the last hour, trying to think of what to say. Apart from the obvious 'thank you', that is. Curt insisted I leave off opening your parcel until my actual birthday and I'm sort of glad I did since there's so much going on that's not-birthday-ish right now. I always did love this book and it was a real wrench to leave it behind. I guess I thought I'd lost the rights to it or something typically melodramatic. But having it back... it's like seeing an old friend again. Even if my Arabic's a bit rusty, between the pounding I gave the grey matter last year and the lack of study since. New Orleans wasn't big on language classes past the Creole. Which is a really fucked up language, by the way. Had to learn it so I knew half of what was being said to me by Tante's girls.
And I'm rambling again.
Moira's told me bits and pieces of what's happened to you over the last few months - as much as she thought I could handle, I suppose, since there was a lot of it that was to do with me and what I did. Pete's told me some more, filling in the gaps. And I know 'sorry' doesn't mean anything, but I wanted you to know how sorry I am, for the way things turned out, for what happened to GW, for even losing your dad like you did. I don't know what to say past that, except that I'm glad it's over, that you're back relatively safe and sound.
I'm actually in London now - something's happened with Rom and Pete's got me going through her papers in case there's something magic-related there. Nice and safe and boring, don't you (and Moira) worry. I'm enjoying being able to help, especially since it's Rom. I'm being careful about my powers, too, bleeding off the extra regularly, that sort of thing. Even eating and sleeping regularly; hell, I've been making sure the others do too. As much as I can, any way.
There's more, lots more, that I want to say, but I'm buggered if I know where to even start. Some of it I said in my letter, some of it Angelo probably told you when he got back. Written words have never been my friends, really, not when it comes to the important stuff. Maybe one day I can have a go at saying stuff in person. Besides, Remy's going to be here any minute to take me out. Something about not spending my birthday doing paperwork.
Take care of yourself and Moira and everyone else.
Amanda.
