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Letters to Lisbon
Chapter 6
Dear Lisbon,
I still hope that you are doing well. You are a one tough cookie, my dear, so I know you're doing just fine for yourself. Out tackling suspects, taking down bad guys and just keeping the streets safe for the people. That's my Lisbon; always a hero.
Not too much to report from my end. I'm just trying to keep myself busy. I've been visiting my friend Franklin at the hotel every other day or so and I'm still working on perfecting my Spanish. I think I've gotten a lot better than when I first wrote you. I also think the locals have noticed too. Either that or they have just fallen for my charms. Then again, who hasn't?
One of these days I'm going to take you to someplace like this and make you watch a sunset on the beach. It is so beautiful to watch; the colors of the sky as they reflect over the gentle rolling waves. It is such a sight to behold and I know that you would love it. I hope the sunsets are nice in your new home.
I hope that you like the shell that I sent you. It's a cowry (or cowrie depending on how you spell it) shell. I can't bring you to paradise, so I thought I send a little piece of paradise to you instead. I found the shell on one of my walks along the beach and I thought you might like it. I like to think that it's on your desk at work, right next to the autographed baseball you have. It would fit perfectly there.
I have so much to apologize for, which is not something to be proud of, but for this letter, I want to focus on some of the times I've deceived you. I know I have hundreds of times to choose from (once again, not something to be proud of), but I particularly of the time that I pretended you and I had contracted that airborne disease or what have you. I'm sorry I made you think you were dying, but hey, we caught the bad guy! I have noted to myself to not do something like that again because I don't know if my nose could withstand another one of those punches. I'm surprised my nose still sits straight after the number of times I've been punched. At least your punches come from a place of love (or so I keep telling myself).
Miss you,
Jane
This is probably my favorite chapter so far :)