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06-18-2014, 03:46 AM
Dear Claire,
I have got your letter in which I see that you had settled well at your new house and that you are all quite happy in the new country. It has brought me much pleasure to learn that you and your husband are satisfied with your jobs there and that the salaries and people you work with are reasonable and fulfill your needs. I hope that your children are just as happy with their new environment as you two.
There have not been much changes here since you left. I am working and when I have no lectures at the University, I visit friends, relatives or go and watch movies, listen to concerts... Ann oftenly invites me to spend weekends at her house in the country. I am seriously thinking about it.
So much for now. Kisses to you all, Mary.
Dear Mary,
Yes, everything is settled now. And kids are just as contented with ther new schools and friends as Paul and I. Rita was a bit unhappy about her clothing. She wanted to look like other girls at the school, so we had to throw away all her old dresses and buy new ones. Oh, girls of her age! You know what am I talking abut, don't you. But boys are fabulous! Mind you, they are still too young, I guess, to trouble themselves about such things as Rita does.
You should go to Ann,why do you think so much? She is alone just as yourself, I think you will have good time together.
Kisses to you and your familly, Claire.
Dear Claire,
I have accepted your advice and I spend now weekends with Ann. She is such a sweet darling! She was delighted when I joined her at her country house. The nature is wonderful, especially now at this time of the year. Everything is blossoming. The air is clear and it is so quiet. I really enjoy. Only, Ann likes to cook and she prepares such big meals, as if an army is to eat them. She takes a bit of this and a bit of that (you know how skinny she is) and I eat the rest. I am afraid I'll put on weight. I must start controlling myself.
Love, Mary.
Dear Mary,
Would you, please, send me the papers I left at the University. I spoke with the Secretary on the phone and told her to give them to you.
Kiss, Claire.
Dear Claire,
I have sent you the papers. Call me when you get them.
M.
Dear Claire,
There are things that I couldn't tell you on the phone, and you know that I don't like the skype talking. Old-fashioned me! Yes, you have noticed that my voice was different and... oh, dear! I am to exited even to write abut it. How shall I begin? No, no, I can't talk about it! Don't worry about me. It is nothing bad. Everything is OK. It is not about it. Just give me some time.
Love, Mary.
P.S. Don't call me. Just write. I love to read your letters. Kiss.
Dear Mary,
I am too much upset about you. Your voice on the phone was so... how should I say? So unlike you. I thought it was someone else. What is going on, darling? You must tell me, or I shall go just as upset as you.
We are OK. Love, Claire.
Dear Claire,
Thank you for being patient and not called or wrote to me for the last three months.
Well, I'll be straight. I am madly in love. Now, sit and take a glass of water. Yes, your friend has fallen in love in her 50s for the first time after 20 years of emotional exile. It wouldn't be so strange if the other side was not a young man - my student. I can only imagine how does your face look now after reading this. I even think that you know him. The beautiful and very clever boy, we were both his professors when you were here. I am sure you remember him. The tall, black haired guy, so eloquent and always first among his fellow students. Let's not mention his real name. I'll call him Frank.
He is preparing for his last exam and that is when we met alone. He came to my study to consult me in connection with his work. The day was hot and my air-conditioning was not on. I was melting. When he came in, I was a bit more undressed than dressed. He hadn't previously announced his visit. But, you know how these kids are when they go through the confusion of their last exams. So, I was not surprised. But, my dear, he was! When he opened the door and saw me with my skirt up to my thighs and blouse unbuttoned almost completely, he nearly fainted. I quickly put my clothes in order. But, no! He couldn't return into his normal condition. I did my best to control the situation and we solved (with great effort) all the problems about his work. So, he went out definitely stumbling all the way to the door. I just set there as if struck by a thunder. I didn't know what to think, I couldn't move for quite some time. But, finally, I somehow pulled myself together and went home with the throat as if I had a stone in it.
I met him a few more times at the University and the feeling, I am sure from both sides, went stronger and stronger. There has been nothing between us, but I can't stop thinking about him and, it seems, that he is obsessed with me, too. Many times I see him, half-hidden, sitting in the caffe on the opposite side of my apartment's street, looking up at my windows. Ann is his parents' good friend. She says that they are very nice people. "Frank" is their only child and they are very proud of him. Only, Ann says, they have been worried about him recently. He stopped going out with his friends and he left his girlfriend she had been going steady for a few years. They all thought he was going to marry her.
God! What is going on? I am out of my mind!
Your lost friend, Mary.
Dear Mary,
I really had to sit and have a glass of water when I read you letter. I know who are you talking abut. A very handsome and intelingent young man. All the girls were chasing him, I noticed that. And he was paying attention to them, too.
I don't know what to tell you. Just wait and it will pass. Must be some mistake of encounters. Take care, love. We all love you and can hardly wait to see yu here with us. When do you think you will be able to come and visit us?
Claire
Dear Claire,
It has been almost a year since we last communicated in this way. Our quick phone conversations, as we both know, were just to cheque about how are we. But now is the time to continue where we stopped.
I am dating him! Yes, yes, "Frank"!
How has it happened? Well, after his graduation and a few weeks of his staring at my windows, he has disappeared and we haven't been seeing each other for almost a year. But, as I told you, Ann was his parents' friend. One day she asked me to come with her to her relatives' party. Having nothing else to do, I accepted. And, guess what! There was "Frank". Wow!!! What a surprise! I behaved as if I didn't know him, and to my surprise, he behaved in the same way. I've never really stopped thinking about him, although not with the same passion, but his attitude was genuine. He was not pretending, faking his coolness.
Somehow, it happened that we were sitting by the same table at the garden where the party took place. We started to talk... and word by word, step by step... we went out together, the chemistry between us started to work again. The rest is not for public. Ha-ha! He didn't recognise me!
Kisses, Mary.
Dear Mary,
What do you mean: he didn't recognise you? Has he lost his memory or something?
We are OK.
Love, Claire.
Dear Claire,
How stupid of me! I haven't told you about my new look. I have made some beauty corrections of my face and body. Beauty and youth are back to me, again! That's why he didn't recognise me.
We are OK, Mary.
P.S. We will arrive on Wednesday. Bring a bottle of water with your to the airport when you come to meet us. You will need to drink it when you see me. Kiss.
I have got your letter in which I see that you had settled well at your new house and that you are all quite happy in the new country. It has brought me much pleasure to learn that you and your husband are satisfied with your jobs there and that the salaries and people you work with are reasonable and fulfill your needs. I hope that your children are just as happy with their new environment as you two.
There have not been much changes here since you left. I am working and when I have no lectures at the University, I visit friends, relatives or go and watch movies, listen to concerts... Ann oftenly invites me to spend weekends at her house in the country. I am seriously thinking about it.
So much for now. Kisses to you all, Mary.
Dear Mary,
Yes, everything is settled now. And kids are just as contented with ther new schools and friends as Paul and I. Rita was a bit unhappy about her clothing. She wanted to look like other girls at the school, so we had to throw away all her old dresses and buy new ones. Oh, girls of her age! You know what am I talking abut, don't you. But boys are fabulous! Mind you, they are still too young, I guess, to trouble themselves about such things as Rita does.
You should go to Ann,why do you think so much? She is alone just as yourself, I think you will have good time together.
Kisses to you and your familly, Claire.
Dear Claire,
I have accepted your advice and I spend now weekends with Ann. She is such a sweet darling! She was delighted when I joined her at her country house. The nature is wonderful, especially now at this time of the year. Everything is blossoming. The air is clear and it is so quiet. I really enjoy. Only, Ann likes to cook and she prepares such big meals, as if an army is to eat them. She takes a bit of this and a bit of that (you know how skinny she is) and I eat the rest. I am afraid I'll put on weight. I must start controlling myself.
Love, Mary.
Dear Mary,
Would you, please, send me the papers I left at the University. I spoke with the Secretary on the phone and told her to give them to you.
Kiss, Claire.
Dear Claire,
I have sent you the papers. Call me when you get them.
M.
Dear Claire,
There are things that I couldn't tell you on the phone, and you know that I don't like the skype talking. Old-fashioned me! Yes, you have noticed that my voice was different and... oh, dear! I am to exited even to write abut it. How shall I begin? No, no, I can't talk about it! Don't worry about me. It is nothing bad. Everything is OK. It is not about it. Just give me some time.
Love, Mary.
P.S. Don't call me. Just write. I love to read your letters. Kiss.
Dear Mary,
I am too much upset about you. Your voice on the phone was so... how should I say? So unlike you. I thought it was someone else. What is going on, darling? You must tell me, or I shall go just as upset as you.
We are OK. Love, Claire.
Dear Claire,
Thank you for being patient and not called or wrote to me for the last three months.
Well, I'll be straight. I am madly in love. Now, sit and take a glass of water. Yes, your friend has fallen in love in her 50s for the first time after 20 years of emotional exile. It wouldn't be so strange if the other side was not a young man - my student. I can only imagine how does your face look now after reading this. I even think that you know him. The beautiful and very clever boy, we were both his professors when you were here. I am sure you remember him. The tall, black haired guy, so eloquent and always first among his fellow students. Let's not mention his real name. I'll call him Frank.
He is preparing for his last exam and that is when we met alone. He came to my study to consult me in connection with his work. The day was hot and my air-conditioning was not on. I was melting. When he came in, I was a bit more undressed than dressed. He hadn't previously announced his visit. But, you know how these kids are when they go through the confusion of their last exams. So, I was not surprised. But, my dear, he was! When he opened the door and saw me with my skirt up to my thighs and blouse unbuttoned almost completely, he nearly fainted. I quickly put my clothes in order. But, no! He couldn't return into his normal condition. I did my best to control the situation and we solved (with great effort) all the problems about his work. So, he went out definitely stumbling all the way to the door. I just set there as if struck by a thunder. I didn't know what to think, I couldn't move for quite some time. But, finally, I somehow pulled myself together and went home with the throat as if I had a stone in it.
I met him a few more times at the University and the feeling, I am sure from both sides, went stronger and stronger. There has been nothing between us, but I can't stop thinking about him and, it seems, that he is obsessed with me, too. Many times I see him, half-hidden, sitting in the caffe on the opposite side of my apartment's street, looking up at my windows. Ann is his parents' good friend. She says that they are very nice people. "Frank" is their only child and they are very proud of him. Only, Ann says, they have been worried about him recently. He stopped going out with his friends and he left his girlfriend she had been going steady for a few years. They all thought he was going to marry her.
God! What is going on? I am out of my mind!
Your lost friend, Mary.
Dear Mary,
I really had to sit and have a glass of water when I read you letter. I know who are you talking abut. A very handsome and intelingent young man. All the girls were chasing him, I noticed that. And he was paying attention to them, too.
I don't know what to tell you. Just wait and it will pass. Must be some mistake of encounters. Take care, love. We all love you and can hardly wait to see yu here with us. When do you think you will be able to come and visit us?
Claire
Dear Claire,
It has been almost a year since we last communicated in this way. Our quick phone conversations, as we both know, were just to cheque about how are we. But now is the time to continue where we stopped.
I am dating him! Yes, yes, "Frank"!
How has it happened? Well, after his graduation and a few weeks of his staring at my windows, he has disappeared and we haven't been seeing each other for almost a year. But, as I told you, Ann was his parents' friend. One day she asked me to come with her to her relatives' party. Having nothing else to do, I accepted. And, guess what! There was "Frank". Wow!!! What a surprise! I behaved as if I didn't know him, and to my surprise, he behaved in the same way. I've never really stopped thinking about him, although not with the same passion, but his attitude was genuine. He was not pretending, faking his coolness.
Somehow, it happened that we were sitting by the same table at the garden where the party took place. We started to talk... and word by word, step by step... we went out together, the chemistry between us started to work again. The rest is not for public. Ha-ha! He didn't recognise me!
Kisses, Mary.
Dear Mary,
What do you mean: he didn't recognise you? Has he lost his memory or something?
We are OK.
Love, Claire.
Dear Claire,
How stupid of me! I haven't told you about my new look. I have made some beauty corrections of my face and body. Beauty and youth are back to me, again! That's why he didn't recognise me.
We are OK, Mary.
P.S. We will arrive on Wednesday. Bring a bottle of water with your to the airport when you come to meet us. You will need to drink it when you see me. Kiss.