September 19, 1889

Dearest Bella,

How could I hate you? I have only ever wished to help you. I had, rather foolishly it appears, thought you hated me when I received no letters. Please do not burn any more. My window is always open for your owl.

I do not know if your actions influenced me, but my own path was clear the moment I found that my affections were returned. I could not have lived in a loveless marriage and Mr. Lukeson’s love for me has grown from a friendship we have fostered since our schooldays. I do not believe our actions were rash or that we did not think things through. I have not yet come to regret my decision, although your siblings feel quite firmly that I may. I do not believe that it will come to that, for how can a marriage born out of love result in regret of any kind?

I admit, your humor is refreshing after such a series of letters deploring my actions. I long to hear of you and the life you have found from yourself. If there is anything I might do, you need only let me know. Perhaps I might do better than a mere job, my conscious could not contend with you serving me, when you are as dear to me as a sister.

With love,

Lucille

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Thank you MJ for an amazingly Lucy set!