Apr 02, 2011 23:00
'My dear Carlotta,
I cannot express how sorry I am for what I said last time we met. I confess I was awfully shocked when you said you didn't want to have a baby, but I realise it's not for ever. And, as you said, we could always adopt.
If you insist I wear a rubber thingy, then I shall, because I love you more than anything in the world.
I cannot get home leave for a while, because I'm being posted abroad. I cannot say where.
Stay safe in those balloons, and write soon.
All my love,
Will.'
Carlotta reads the letter ten times, committing it to memory, then burns it. She takes a moment to remember that she's now Sara, and heads off across the village to take her bar shift.
Her usual idiot German supportive group member is sitting at the bar. He seems to be getting 'friendly'. She had to stop him smacking her bottom the other day. Still, he keeps letting things slip when he gets drunk. Tonight, he manages to waffle on enough to give away two other groups. She's starting to wonder if he's a plant to double bluff. What group would include someone this moronic?
She pours a drink, and tries not to look like she's missing Will so much.