MARLENE MCKINNON: 4 October, 1969
Dear Lo;
I cannot take this ANYMORE. NO MORE. GOD. He's been acting WIERD ALL WEEK and then I told him I LOVED HIM. Under a STAIRCASE. And then we I think I've gone MAD, Lo. I think he's driving me mad. I told him I LOVE him...I DO love him, but that's beside the point. And he's still going on about this bloody surprise. I thought he was going to dump me but apparently not. I have givenup trying to understand him, Lo. After three years you'd think I'd have figured out that he MAKES NO SENSE.
Men! No, not men! Men! is unfair.
TEDS!!
ANYWAY. Other things. Boring but less irritating and CONFUSING things. School. How are the exams treating you, Lolabell? Congratulations on the part in the play. That's fantastic - really. Ariel, right? You'll have to send me a copy. Nobody here knows who Shakespeare is. Except Ted. But we're not talking about him.
Okay. Well, I have about five minutes to get this on an owl before dinner. They don't peck you if you give them a treat.
...I suppose that by the time you read this, that information will, alas, have come too late.
Alas alack for your poor fingers, dear Lo-lo-lo.
All my love.
I cannot take this ANYMORE. NO MORE. GOD. He's been acting WIERD ALL WEEK and then I told him I LOVED HIM. Under a STAIRCASE. And then we I think I've gone MAD, Lo. I think he's driving me mad. I told him I LOVE him...I DO love him, but that's beside the point. And he's still going on about this bloody surprise. I thought he was going to dump me but apparently not. I have givenup trying to understand him, Lo. After three years you'd think I'd have figured out that he MAKES NO SENSE.
Men! No, not men! Men! is unfair.
TEDS!!
ANYWAY. Other things. Boring but less irritating and CONFUSING things. School. How are the exams treating you, Lolabell? Congratulations on the part in the play. That's fantastic - really. Ariel, right? You'll have to send me a copy. Nobody here knows who Shakespeare is. Except Ted. But we're not talking about him.
Okay. Well, I have about five minutes to get this on an owl before dinner. They don't peck you if you give them a treat.
...I suppose that by the time you read this, that information will, alas, have come too late.
Alas alack for your poor fingers, dear Lo-lo-lo.
All my love.