OKAY I have a question. Would you mind if I switched from epistolary to more live action narrative? I have an idea for the next few letters. But after that it could go either way. Also. Thought on whether or not stick to canon of the Logan storyline? Again I can make it go either way. But fan fiction is for the fans and I always appreciate input. THANKS AGAIN FOR ALL THE LOVELY SUPPORT. I hope this chapter wasn't too rushed.

These letters are over the course of about a month.


Mary,

I don't even want to know how you got Justin Timberlake's face on cookies. Do you have any idea the shit I got when I opened those? Haha. Real smooth thanks. Phil actually showed a human emotion and laughed. He's not such a hard ass.

Here's looking at you kid,

Tristan

(Enclosed a picture of four cadets eating cookies that look like Justin Timberlake)


Tristan,

Are we back to calling me Mary? I remember very clearly during the Shakespeare exam stressing that my name is Rory. I only sent those cookies to help you get a slumber party started, because clearly you have given a lot of thought to what goes on at them. Plus you were able to positively identify Justin from a cookie likeness. Hope you have a good weekend. I am looking forward to a quite weekend here. Grandma tricked my mom into a spa weekend. I am going to go wild and do laundry, watch some TV and order Indian Food.

I can give you Sookie's contact information for formal functions. She does cater. But I can send you the stuff not on the menu. This week she decided to invent a new salty candy dessert. She couldn't figure out what it was missing. Than she realized she was craving caramel. I helped roll those bad boys in wax paper for some pocket money. There are over 400 pieces. Share.

Are you ever coming back to Hartford?

Rory


Mary,

I will continue to call you Mary when you act like her. I happened to like her. I see you still need to work on you idea of living a little. When my parents where out of the house there was always a party. I remember when I was 11, my parents left for two weeks on business in Berlin. Everyday the house was filled with friends. My brother Eddie had set a casting call for models and hired them to be the staff for the week. The girls where staying with Grams so we didn't have to worry about them tattling. I was in awe; the house was filled 24/7 with beautiful people. Girls and guys fully clothed where swimming in the fountain. Strangers were camping on the Tennis Courts. It was two weeks of eating cereal and anything that we could pop in the microwave until my brother hired caterers. He said nothing was too grand for the Hartford crowd and pizza delivery was not going to cut it. I have no recollection of how Eddie was able to convince our grandparents to let us stay home. He had a way with words and charming the pants off of anybody. When you were with him, you felt like you were the center of the universe. "Stick around Trey, the world is ours for the taking."

I am hard pressed to admit that TV and Indian food doesn't sound too terrible. It would just be nice to have some company. You should check out the show 24. It's a favorite here. I think you should try one thing new this weekend. You don't have to travel to expand your horizons.

I hope to come home for a weekend next month. It's my grandmother's birthday and she always throws a great party. Last year she wanted a roman themed party. You haven't lived Mary, unless you have seen the mayor of New York trying to wear a toga and negotiate a deal for NYC to be the headquarters for a new division of Dugrey industries. Are you asking me out miss Gilmore?

Phil says thanks. He likes the caramel. I had to explain to him who you were. First off, he thought Rory was a boy and I had to subsequently explain how I wasn't a homosexual. Don't ask, don't tell, my ass. Apparently he had seen some addressed letters and he thought I was pining for some boy back home. That I had been caught in the act and that was why I was sent here. I couldn't stop laughing. O, if he only knew Mary. O, if he only knew.

Here's looking at you kid

Tristan


Tristan,

Sometimes I wish I was already a grown up, Or at least considered to be one long enough to avoid having to be accountable of all my actions to somebody else.

I would have gladly traded my weekend for one of the burgouise you brother seemed to favor. It was terrible. First off, Paris showed up to study. Than Jess came by with food and he wouldn't leave. I don't understand him. He says he wants tot be friends but than he does the exact opposite of what I want him to do. He thrills in causing trouble. If Paris hadn't been there I don't know what Dean would have done. Dean showed up with Ice Cream just as I was successfully able to force Jess out.

I have to hand it to Geller; she is quick on her feet. She kind of sort of convinced Dean that she had arranged for Jess to be there for them to hook up. I honestly don't know what to do in this situation. I mean, why am I getting punished because of the actions of somebody else? Doesn't he trust me? I thought when you loved somebody you trusted them.

It has now become overbearing. He just won't let me have breathing room. This past week we have been working on our entrepaneur project. My Grandpa was our advisor and we came up with a clever product line. It was actually fun working on it. Richard is the only one who ever seems to treat me like an adult. However, I will never be able to confide in him the coming and goings of a teenage girl. I think his teenage daughter getting pregnant at sixteen was too much for him. He prefers our conversations to be curtailed to business, books and scholarly pursuits.

Right now mom and I are working on picking out a movie for movie night in Town Square. I think the yearling is going to win out. I was rooting for Casablanca but something about royalties. Perhaps it's your sign off that keeps that movie on the forefront of my mind.

Can I just say? Without you reading too much into it. I would be lost without these letters. It's better than a journal, you write back. You never seem to judge me, besides my lack of ever having done anything. It is just nice having somebody who doesn't already have formed opinions about the people in my life. I don't have to worry about offending you. I hope we can meet up when you come to Hartford. I know you have your Chilton friends you want to see, but maybe a cup of coffee?

Now I have officially rambled too much.

Your Friend

Rory