Susan to Peter, or
BrokenKestral to SouthwestExpat
Dear Peter,
I've heard from both our siblings, and they seem to be doing as well as expected. "That blighter, Eustace," as our brother calls him, seems to be making their lives as miserable as his limited imagination and great cruelty can devise. Even in Narnia, when they went away we could send reliable people with them, and however much they might be related to Mum and Dad, reliable isn't the word for Uncle Harold and Aunt Alberta. Have you thoughts on helping them, more than by words?
I hope Edmund at least has reached out to you on ways to keep his temper. Your bracing strength was always better at that; Lucy, valiant-hearted, merely wants someone to dwell on Narnia with. Edmund is with her for that, and will be good at it.
But this is so far all about our siblings, and while we may discuss them at length, I would hear of your studies as well. How is the Professor? Do give him my regards.
Scholarship here is very different than at home, Father says. Oxford has the feel of the old about it, but everything here is new. He calls it the energy of the young, but mother refers to it as the hurrying foolishness of the immature. I do not think America pleases her as much as home, at least not until she is more used to it. I have often felt the same; but something about America draws my heart. It adores laughter, movement, and doing things in ways that remind me of our last home.
Oh, Peter, I do miss Narnia! I miss being with all of you there, and feeling—feeling like I belonged.
No more complaining now. Make sure you eat at least twice a day, and I wish good fortune on your exams.
Your sister,
Susan