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I've had the idea of a series of notes going back and forth between them, but I hate taking up so many words actually writing the note, so...I apologize for the brevity of them.
"So happy, Mr. Bradley."
Was she? He doubted it. If she had been, she would certainly have come up with a better line than "So happy."
Which led him to what he was holding in his hand. The item in question was a long white envelope, no return address, and obviously slipped under his door; there were no stamps attached. Amazing, the powers of observation.
He slit it open and extracted a thick sheet of paper, unadorned but reeking of money. He knew what it was, had been expecting it ever since he'd seen her at the press conference.
Dear Mr. Joe Bradley;
I hope that this letter reaches you in safe condition. By the time you get this, I will be far away, and I trust that you won't try to contact me. For the sake of my sanity, promise me this.
I told you that I would arrange for your compensation for taking care of me. I hope the delay has not lessened your opinion of me, for here it is, you see.
I am, sincerely yours,
Princess Ann
Well, she's certainly informative in her writing. He folded the rest of the envelope up and stuffed it in his pocket. There was no point in investigating the remainder of its contents.
There's nothing here anymore. Rome had lost its charm.
America was far enough.
Poor guy. Please review.