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.“You think it’s some secret love sign or something.”“Possibly.Could be linked to the shell we found in the case.”“Okay, here goes with this one.My darling, Alfie.It has been too long and I crave your touch and I am going mad without you.The madness is a sickness I wish I could cure with your kisses.I often think of you when I am alone and it is the only peace I have in a world where I am expected to be the other half of a couple where my wife knows I live a lie.Annalisa suspects I write these letters for reasons other than I tell her.I neither confirm nor deny, but I see she is desperately sad.I wish to God I had it in me to feel sorrow for what I am doing in staying out of her bedroom, but she is not, nor will she ever be, you.”“Is there more?”“I am struggling to read this.I think there was water inside the box.Something about a party and a liaison, I think it says liaison.” Dylan turned the page over and in the margin, saved from the ravages of seawater and time, there was a small picture.Two stick figures in an obviously sexual pose, one on all fours, the other behind.There was some tiny dots next to it which probably once was writing.“There’s something here about…wait…photo from that day…blurred there…enclosed for you to recall every moment of our happiness reflected in your eyes.”Lucas picked up the picture of the smiling man with the name Alfie and 1935.“This photo, I guess,” he said.They continued reading.A couple of the letters were completely ruined, but the closer they got to the last one, the more passionate the writing.Words and sentences jumped off the page.I will always love you.I hate this lie of a marriage.“Poor guys never had a chance to be together for real,” Dylan said.“You think anyone else would want to read these?”“Depends if either of them had family.Evidently Peter French had no one in his life.His brother was the one who had a wife and kids, the ones who carried on the Foundation’s work under Peter’s name.We don’t know about Alfie.Look at this, “She is expecting our child, I am horrified that I have let it go this far, am I wrong to want nothing of this baby?”“That’s so sad.Do you think Annalisa knew that Peter was in love with someone else?”Dylan shook his head.“I don’t know.We can’t tell from these.”Lucas unfolded another and scanned the contents.“She lost the baby,” he said quietly.“A miscarriage, so Peter tells Alfie.” He handed the letter over to Dylan, who read the contents carefully.Some words were smudged but the intention in the writing was clear.This is my fault, I killed that baby by wishing the child had never been conceived.The writing was harsh and lacked the romantic tones that Peter had written before.“Oh God, that’s so sad.”“The rest is too faint.” Dylan picked up the final letter and opened it as carefully as he could.Dated December 1943, it appeared to answer a letter Alfie had written telling Peter he had been called to war.“Called or volunteered?” Lucas speculated out loud.“Doesn’t say, just that Peter is devastated and calls on Alfie to be careful, to stay alive.That he’s sorry as well, about what he said in connection with the baby.Look.” Dylan carefully followed the writing with his finger just above the thin paper.“Our marriage is done.Annalisa has fallen for another and they appear happy.Her father hates that our marriage ceased, but to her credit, she refuses to tell anyone what I told her about us.She says we deserve our happiness, that she always knew.I believe I have wronged her in thinking she was the same as others who would hate us.I’ve assumed all responsibility for the divorce, and she will be happy now I think.She imagines I will live on my island with you and I want that more than anything.The waterfall, our home, we could build a house solid into the rock and be happy forever.To war? I wish I could fight alongside you, but I have again been refused entry.Even with all my money my eyesight fails me.But, as to us, the world is changing, Alfie, my darling.When this war is over, when you come home, it will be to a new world where our love will be free and unchallenged.Stay safe my love.Yours forever, Peter.”“Jesus, these are hard to listen to,” Lucas said.Dylan sighed.“This is one set of really unhappy letters.I can see where this is going.The letters stop in 1943.Alfie goes off to war and dies.Peter lives to be an old lonely man.There is no happy ending.”Lucas leaned into him.“We don’t know Alfie died.”“Well, no one came back for the box,” Dylan explained his reasoning and punctuated it with a shrug.“These two men found each other in a time when it wasn’t easy to be together, they were happy with catching whatever time they could in the years they were in love.Anyway, it isn’t always about the happy ending,” Lucas offered.“Sometimes it’s about the journey [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“You think it’s some secret love sign or something.”“Possibly.Could be linked to the shell we found in the case.”“Okay, here goes with this one.My darling, Alfie.It has been too long and I crave your touch and I am going mad without you.The madness is a sickness I wish I could cure with your kisses.I often think of you when I am alone and it is the only peace I have in a world where I am expected to be the other half of a couple where my wife knows I live a lie.Annalisa suspects I write these letters for reasons other than I tell her.I neither confirm nor deny, but I see she is desperately sad.I wish to God I had it in me to feel sorrow for what I am doing in staying out of her bedroom, but she is not, nor will she ever be, you.”“Is there more?”“I am struggling to read this.I think there was water inside the box.Something about a party and a liaison, I think it says liaison.” Dylan turned the page over and in the margin, saved from the ravages of seawater and time, there was a small picture.Two stick figures in an obviously sexual pose, one on all fours, the other behind.There was some tiny dots next to it which probably once was writing.“There’s something here about…wait…photo from that day…blurred there…enclosed for you to recall every moment of our happiness reflected in your eyes.”Lucas picked up the picture of the smiling man with the name Alfie and 1935.“This photo, I guess,” he said.They continued reading.A couple of the letters were completely ruined, but the closer they got to the last one, the more passionate the writing.Words and sentences jumped off the page.I will always love you.I hate this lie of a marriage.“Poor guys never had a chance to be together for real,” Dylan said.“You think anyone else would want to read these?”“Depends if either of them had family.Evidently Peter French had no one in his life.His brother was the one who had a wife and kids, the ones who carried on the Foundation’s work under Peter’s name.We don’t know about Alfie.Look at this, “She is expecting our child, I am horrified that I have let it go this far, am I wrong to want nothing of this baby?”“That’s so sad.Do you think Annalisa knew that Peter was in love with someone else?”Dylan shook his head.“I don’t know.We can’t tell from these.”Lucas unfolded another and scanned the contents.“She lost the baby,” he said quietly.“A miscarriage, so Peter tells Alfie.” He handed the letter over to Dylan, who read the contents carefully.Some words were smudged but the intention in the writing was clear.This is my fault, I killed that baby by wishing the child had never been conceived.The writing was harsh and lacked the romantic tones that Peter had written before.“Oh God, that’s so sad.”“The rest is too faint.” Dylan picked up the final letter and opened it as carefully as he could.Dated December 1943, it appeared to answer a letter Alfie had written telling Peter he had been called to war.“Called or volunteered?” Lucas speculated out loud.“Doesn’t say, just that Peter is devastated and calls on Alfie to be careful, to stay alive.That he’s sorry as well, about what he said in connection with the baby.Look.” Dylan carefully followed the writing with his finger just above the thin paper.“Our marriage is done.Annalisa has fallen for another and they appear happy.Her father hates that our marriage ceased, but to her credit, she refuses to tell anyone what I told her about us.She says we deserve our happiness, that she always knew.I believe I have wronged her in thinking she was the same as others who would hate us.I’ve assumed all responsibility for the divorce, and she will be happy now I think.She imagines I will live on my island with you and I want that more than anything.The waterfall, our home, we could build a house solid into the rock and be happy forever.To war? I wish I could fight alongside you, but I have again been refused entry.Even with all my money my eyesight fails me.But, as to us, the world is changing, Alfie, my darling.When this war is over, when you come home, it will be to a new world where our love will be free and unchallenged.Stay safe my love.Yours forever, Peter.”“Jesus, these are hard to listen to,” Lucas said.Dylan sighed.“This is one set of really unhappy letters.I can see where this is going.The letters stop in 1943.Alfie goes off to war and dies.Peter lives to be an old lonely man.There is no happy ending.”Lucas leaned into him.“We don’t know Alfie died.”“Well, no one came back for the box,” Dylan explained his reasoning and punctuated it with a shrug.“These two men found each other in a time when it wasn’t easy to be together, they were happy with catching whatever time they could in the years they were in love.Anyway, it isn’t always about the happy ending,” Lucas offered.“Sometimes it’s about the journey [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]