Correspondance, November and December 1988

[noteful]

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.

Comments

[oftheaxe]

One good thing about living alone: there's no one to make sarcastic comments about whom you might be receiving mail from.

There's also no one to remind you to take in the mail, but fortunately Dave is relatively conscientious about this on his own - though Meg's letter does sit at the bottom of a pile of the month's bills that have to be dealt with for a day or two before Dave gets around to sorting through the rest of the mail.

Meg,

- "Glad to hear you're in good shape," he is positive, will come off sounding either patronizing or snarky, or both.

You're welcome. A little extra luck never hurts, I guess - though it sounds like you probably won't need it. (There's always one, right?)

I'm going to be meeting a client in Quebec the second week of December, if you're free then. If not, don't worry about it. The thing about clients is that they tend to keep living in the place they're living in, so I'll probably be back soon.

Sincerely,
Dave

[noteful]

Meg's reply goes out the morning after she gets his letter. (Which, all right, is the two days after it reached the apartment and spent forty-eight hours lost in amidst Carrie's notes.)

Dave,

No, a little extra luck never hurts at all.

The second week in December should be fine. When you know what day or days you'll be here, let me know. Maybe we can meet for coffee or something like that.

Low-key. And without obligating them to an entire meal if things go all haywire again.

I look forward to seeing you.

Meg