I hope you'll forgive my writing, as this is a professional question.
Have you knowledge of any ships with a port of call in Morocco? Their ministry is proving difficult to requisiton a portkey home from and I have a client to meet there. I would appreciate any leads you might offer.
The London harbormaster has been less than helpful. I think all of the arguing I did over loss parcels and trunks has finally taken its toll on his opinion of me. I've written to those two captains, hopefully one might be helpful. Thank you for the help.
What does "okay" mean?
No, definitely not an easy type to get along with. It'll work out eventually.
Okay. If it doesn't work out, I understand. It's not like she and I are on the best of terms.
Do you know what dates approximately? I have a lead on a ship sailing in in March, but this client is rather antsy. If Zelda's okay with it, I'd appreciate the help.
I appreciate your offer and willingness to help me. However, I think it's best if I go with the other captain. I wouldn't feel right joining you without Zelda being both aware and agreeable to it.
I hope you understand.
Sober (or mostly, anyway) is preferable for me as well. Parenting whilst hungover (or worse) isn't an experience I'd like to have. Zelda has nothing to fear on my part. I am glad to know she is okay with our friendship, though. It's a relief to know I won't be the continued source of any contention.
I've missed you as well. I'd still like to be friends again, I'm just a bit hesitant on where to start. There's much we both don't know now about the other that sharing trivial details feels a bit awkward (for lack of a better word).
I have a few weeks of travel in front of me, but should be back come late March. When I'm back we should plan to meet, it would be nice to see you again without the dark cloud looming over our heads.
We did, yeah. It felt safe there, I guess. I still miss that flat sometimes.I don't have anywhere li
I actually know of a town perfectly befitting that description, it was where I stayed when I first came back. Unless you'd rather find somewhere completely neutral, I'm open.
Is it alright if we continue with letters until I get back? I leave again tomorrow, so my responses will be a bit delayed, but I'll still try to reply when I can.
It felt safe, she had written, and Alfred thought about that for a long time. There was nothing special about the flat; it was a bare-bones two bedroom with a few windows that stuck and a roof that sometimes leaked, in a part of magical London that was passable at best. The most that it had going for it was that it mostly kept out the elements and his flatmate was out more often than not. Still, when he read Jo's words they resonated with him and he felt nostalgic — not for the flat so much as for the times spent in it. It wasn't the flat that felt safe; it was Jo.
Johnstone, it's in Scotland. Zach was based in Hogsmeade when I left, so I tried to find a town that was near enough that magical travel wouldn't be too difficult.
As for when I returned, the ship docked towards the end of December of 1891. I don't remember the exact day, as Ilona was only a month or so old at the time and the trip with a newborn was challenging to say the least. She's since begun to learn to enjoy traveling, but that was to be expected with her parents both enjoying it as well.
Do you enjoy your summers at the Sanditon? I imagine it to be very lively in the warmer months.
I don't envy you having to deal with debutantes on a daily basis. Have you encountered any that have a talent for sailing? I can't imagine many of them are suited for that type of life.
I don't believe there's much normal to be had when sharing your life with someone. There's always going to be something that is occupying most of your time. I do hope you have a quieter summer if that's what you desire, or a less anxious summer at the very least I suppose.
You didn't tell me but I knew his name from the announcement. Is he crawling yet then? Once they become mobile they never stop moving. Ilona loved to chase Ivan around when she first learned to crawl, it was all I could do to keep her from pulling his tail.
The situation between Zach and I is complicated. We've yet to work through some of our larger issues (to the point that I've begun to wonder if we ever will) and yet we're living together for Ilona's sake. His livelihood is dependent on him having a favorable reputation, and up until recently there was his sister's prospects to consider (not that I care much for her but she is his sister). It's a mess and I sometimes wonder if we would be better off remaining friends rather than trying to pursue something romantic. He is Ilona's father though, so we have to continue working through it somehow. She deserves someone as loving and considerate as him.
I don't think I would've been able to explain that in person without drinking. The way I left and what I intended for Ilona caused me such guilt that I
For what it's worth, I'm sorry for leaving the way I did. I don't think I've told you that.