31 January 1984 - France
Atticus,
My dear cousin, how is it I can't remember the last time we've spoken? It must be a long time since you've ventured out of your hidey-hole. Come visit me at once; I'll send the appropriate doctors note to whomever you need to escape or a portkey directly. The winter days here are long and lonely without Lucy and the boys, and Reginald seems to be determined never to step foot on the estate (though I can't imagine why). As for Mathilda well-- Mama has her fully under grasp for the season and I cannot honestly be bothered to fight with them about it even if I do feel a lady should use her winters to rest and recover from the whole charade.
News here is always exciting. We've imported a new plant specimen from Italy to establish some aesthetics about the finished guest house. They're sturdy enough to withstand even the harshness of snow if you can imagine, and bloom all through the spring and summer. I have to say my anxieties seem to have alleviated much since their arrival, my mind lightened of a load, which speaks volumes as to my own wits. Please, you'd be doing me a favor to come and provide real, human company again. (Not to disparage Gigi in any way, she is my absolute love. The only woman in life whose whims I am duty-bound to cater.)
If you'd like to bring our delightful Ms. Dashwood along, feel free. I know as your shadow she would be furious to miss the opportunity, but rest assured there will be no peace for her here. I have been practicing my lawn games in solitude and will not be made a fool of again!
socially destitute and desiring of your company, A.
© darling MJ for this spectacular sight