AN: It started with Prolegomenon's 'To Colonel RE Hogan', then Abracadebra jumped into the mix with 'Dear Mavis, Are You Bloody Well Kidding Me?"... my brain just wouldn't let me work on anything else 'til I finished this. It's a response to Abracadebra's letter in Chapter 3. I hope you enjoy ;)


Dear Peter, (happy now?)

I will write to whoever I like, thank you. As a matter of fact, when it comes to my love life, you can just keep your nose out of it! I'm not some little kiddie totting after you and your mates, begging to come along to the shops. And you're a fine one to talk, anyway. I saw Rita at the cinema the other night with Jack Pierson. She hardly spoke to words to me, but said to tell you that it will take more than a pair of stockings to get back in her good graces.

Don't worry too much, she'll calm down. I stepped out with Jack a fortnight back and believe me, he's no prince charming. Rita will have to write you, if for no other reason than sheer boredom!

What's this? I swear, Peter, you could sell oil to the Arabs. The only cure I know of is a bit of beefsteak. I don't suppose you'd be able to get your hands on that, huh? Lord knows we haven't seen on of those since before the war. Bea - one of the girls at the motor pool - says those Yankee generals have them flown in every day from Texas, but I think she's a bit daft.

I'm nattering on again, aren't I?

Please try not to get lynched by your fellow prisoners, and don't give those guards any fuss, either. I want you home in one piece.

Mam sends her love. She'll try to write as soon as she can. She's been busy with the relocation folk helping them poor families what's been made homeless thanks to Jerry. But don't worry about us, we keep our heads down and spirits up as best we can. If you can manage to do the same, I'll try and get you an extra bit of something special next month.

Sending you all my love, you silly git,

Mavis

P.S. Don't worry too much about all those handsome, young GIs... all they have going for them is the scotch and Hershey bars. As you well know, they aren't my cuppa.