July 8th, 1888

Emmy,

I'm angry just thinking about him! I cannot wait to slap him! It's a shame he graduated, though! I'll have to hunt him down and entice him with some firewhiskey laced with... poison something awful tasting.

And nonsense! All I have to offer to my name is the fact that I helped create a really nice (apparently) flavour for father's firewhiskey! And there is no better than you, Emmy!

But oh that is ever so sweet of him. What happened? Is that when you kissed? Are you to say he came to save you and he ended up with his tongue in your mouth!? This is just like the novels! I need - need to know more!

And if he's anything like what I think he is, Emmeline, I think he will wait for you. He would not have hung around - or come to your rescue when you weren't in danger - if he didn't want to hang around!

And we are not crazy! I bet if a seer could see, they'd see a future between you two! Oh! Can I please, please hire that seer that's saying she can help peoples romantic lives? You and Mr. Caulfield need it!

Your friend,
Sher