Dear Mort,
I just received your letter - several weeks later than expected. It's probably due to the weather.
It's been snowing quite a bit now. Some days we just get icy wind gusts but more often than not, we get snow pelting the windows and roof.
Harold, my sister's late husband, built a fine house for my sister. They anticipated having a family but alas, no children inhabited the many rooms. My living area consists of a large bedroom that is twice the size of my room at the ranch, a sitting room with a large roll-top desk, and a guest room which I use for my quilting group. Violet, when she was designing the house, picked out the best furnishings from back east so every room has beautiful curtains and real wall paper. My rooms are on the second floor and the bay window looks out on a massive yard which at the moment is full of snow drifts.
I received a lovely letter from Mike a few days ago. He is well but misses Slim and Jess very much. He is making new friends and learning a lot but has a deep longing to be home. I know what that feels like. Long ago, I remember Mike telling Slim that he loved our land and taking care of our horses. He had only known two ways of living -one in a wagon when he was a little boy and then as a son to Jess and him.
Mike and Andy are now writing each other. Andy has taken on the role of big brother to Mike and Mike appreciates it very much. They have so much in common.
Spring is coming, Mort. Be well.
Daisy Cooper
PS: Don't you think it's time to call me Daisy?
Daisy POV:
While I write that spring is coming, my heart still dwells in deep winter. Some days I feel so useless. Back home, I was busy all the time but I had loved it. Here, I read a lot, sew a lot and remember. I have written Slim half-a-dozen times but he has only written back once. I don't want him to feel guilty that he sent me away but I think that he still does. He's not as lost as he was now that Caleb is helping but the hole in his heart is getting bigger. He misses his brother.