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]

Dave doesn't expect to get much in the mail most days besides bills, and the occasional letter from Kim.

So it takes him a day or two to get around to checking his mail - and after that, once he reads through the letter, another day or two to come home in the evening after a long day of work with enough mental energy to answer it.

(He doesn't want to write a response while he's tired, and cranky. Simple as the letter is, it would still be far too easy to slip up.)

Meg,

Thanks for your note. I'm also glad we had the chance to meet.

I guess we kind of got off on the wrong foot, back there, and I'm sorry for that.

(It's easier to make a blanket apology in a note than it is in person.)

I really do appreciate you getting in touch, and I hope things are going well for you, too. I'd like to talk to you again, when you have the time - and try a different foot.

Sincerely,
Dave