25 May 1895
Beckett Longbottom
Beckett Longbottom
Beckett,
I am going to give you a nickname when you least expect it. I didn't push this one into the lake, so it wasn't the worst one that I've had. (He also didn't wax terrible poetry at me, so that's probably why he was able to remain dry.) And is there? I have no idea what other ways there might be, unless of course you mean lawn games. Good. I should hope you're listening—I'd hate to think all this effort was wasted on someone with only air between his ears. You are a pretty face, so at least you have that going for you too. Your imagination is clearly working hard, and while I’d usually scold you for it, I’m inclined to let you suffer. It will be a long week for the both of us.
Yours,
J
J
At the bottom of the envelope is a handkerchief lightly scented with her perfume; there is a small bit of paper that had been ripped off the bottom of another with a note scrawled across it: To carry with you until next we meet.
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