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Oct 03, 2005 20:05

Nymphadora -

Life here continues apace. The pace approximately matches that of the older priests that totter about and surely have some function... they'll all be ensured a place in Heaven, no doubt, eventually - the Vatican is apparently some sort of celestial waiting room.

The scenery is beginning to pall.

I want to come home.

Ah well, enough of my wittering - I'm terribly sorry to hear you're not feeling at your best, my dear. I enclose a particularly fine box of chocolates made by a lovely lady called Sylvia, who has more cats than grandchildren but only by a very small margin. I told her you weren't well and she insisted that if you're going to be ill you may as well enjoy it. Take it as easy as you possibly can, and make sure you're entirely recovered before you even consider doing anything. At all.

However, if you do manage to leave your sickbed any time soon, do look after Crowley for me, won't you? An update on his general wellbeing wouldn't go amiss. I suspect he may not be particularly inclined to get in contact for a while.

All the best to you and yours, my dear. I hope you get better soon; if matters worsen at all let me know immediately - I'm sure things can look after themselves here for a time.

All my love,

Aziraphael.
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