Dear Rispah,

I have never been one for words. It's hard to get down everything I want to say when I even know what I want to say and I'm not saying I know what I want to say, because I don't. Or I do, but I don't want to say it to you. Not that I think anything bad about you. You're a beautiful woman and all, but I never thought I'd take up with a thief. Not that I mean, well... Anything. At all. You get me flustered even when I'm writing to you, because I just don't know how to relate. You're from a different world, and are so much more experienced in all this than I am. But I don't mean experienced as in... I mean...

I'm crumpling this page up now.

Stupidly yours,

Coram