Sophia started and discarded at least two drafts. The first aired out her grievances from less-than-faded frustration, while the second was a bit more calm, though left no room for plausible deniability regarding the nature of their relationship. Then it occurred to Sophia that she did not even know if she could be transparent about this over post – did he have sisters or a wife with a tendency to read his letters? Or is he well-versed in all manners of mistresses and thus has a good system of secrecy? Now that she thought about it, her previous correspondence had been quite furtive – that’s if she ever wrote him back at all.

In the end however, the importance of writing back outweighed her worries about what to say. Though she’d wasted much precious time deliberating, and now the onslaught of the day had well started. So the letter penned back was quite hurried.

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I tend to agree with the sentiments you’ve shared, and too was dissatisfied with the course of events. I cannot say that I have much experience in the realm of defining the specifics of this type of agreement, and perhaps this naiveté has put us both in the most uncomfortable of positions when confronted with the unexpected.

This is the sort of thing best discussed in person, so there will be less room for misinterpretation. I am available to take visitors next Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday in the evening, should you wish.

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