Correspondance, November and December 1988
The day after she met Dave Martyniuk, Meg sits staring at the single sheet of pale blue stationary on her desk.
What is she supposed to write? It was nice to meet you? That's not exactly going to ring true, in light of the way the meeting went.
After several more minutes, Meg picks up her pen and writes:
Dave,
I'm glad that we finally had an opportunity to meet. I hope we'll get to talk again soon, and I hope things are going well for you.
Sincerely,
Meg
She hesitates for a moment, and then adds her address under her name.
After another -- and longer -- moment, she writes her phone number, too.
And then folds the paper in thirds without rereading it, seals it in an envelope, and drops it in the mail before she can think herself out of it.
What is she supposed to write? It was nice to meet you? That's not exactly going to ring true, in light of the way the meeting went.
After several more minutes, Meg picks up her pen and writes:
Dave,
I'm glad that we finally had an opportunity to meet. I hope we'll get to talk again soon, and I hope things are going well for you.
Sincerely,
Meg
She hesitates for a moment, and then adds her address under her name.
After another -- and longer -- moment, she writes her phone number, too.
And then folds the paper in thirds without rereading it, seals it in an envelope, and drops it in the mail before she can think herself out of it.