Dear Nora,
I may have made a mistake. I turned a Madame in San Francisco. Do you remember when Godric said we would know when a human was worthy, when they were right for us? I knew there was something different about her the moment we met. But it wasn't until I tasted her that I knew for sure. Her blood it, well, I'm not sure how else to phrase it, it called to me. Perfect harmony. But now that I've turned her, I fear it is me who is not ready. She is so alive and I've been dead for so long. What if I ruin her? She is my responsibility. I don't want to go to Godric and admit I don't know how to be a good Maker. Shouldn't I know, given I was raised by such a vampire as him? You always seemed to have pragmatic advice when I needed it. Besides, you're a woman and I haven't had much practice in that area besides fucking and killing in the past few centuries. Some advice would be helpful.
P.S. Her name is Pamela Swynford De Beaufort (or Pam, as she's taken to calling herself)
-E