CHAPTER NINE:
April 17, 1985
Dear Melissa,
I probably do not deserve the life I am living here in America. I eat more than three times a day, I have a flat here in Las Vegas (though housing here is cheaper than in Los Angeles), I have a contract for a movie with a big studio and a contract with the Folies Bergere (a dream come true, Missy!), and I have a man who cares for me as if we are married, despite this arrangement being obviously forced.
Lately, I have been busy with the rehearsals for my opening act for the Folies Bergere. These rehearsals have taken up my day. It has been strenuous for me, especially since I have been battling physical exhaustion lately, and the girls in the dancing group are not exactly friendly with me. But nothing beats dancing for your dream and knowing that is already reality. I feel so fulfilled.
As for Mulder … he has been so nice to me these days that I sometimes wonder if he has some hidden agenda behind his mischievous hazel eyes. However, Missy, he's really a good man. Even if he tires me out most of the time, he really is a kind and caring person. I don't mind him tiring me out anyway – since I can outdo his wit and energy in a split second!
What surprised me about him, most of all, was the fact that he is a great cook. He makes this delicious Pasta Primavera … and my mouth is watering right now just thinking about it. Then there's that daily specialty that I have to eat … I won't tell you what it is, since I'm not sure if your gag reflex is okay now in your final trimester, but according to him, this "daily specialty" will give me enough strength for my rehearsals. As if.
Yet, Missy, I should mention this … I know I have found a friend in Fox Mulder.
My apologies if this letter is quite inconsistent. I'm on my way to the Folies Bergere studio (can you believe I'm saying this?) and this is just a quick note for you. The eggs for our breakfast is burning in the frying pan and I need to flip them over (I cook breakfast for me and Mulder every day and he hates it … he says he is the better cook; I agree, but I will never tell him that).
I do miss Wales, Missy. I miss the golden lilies that grow in our backyard. I miss you and your round tummy. I miss Charles' lopsided grin. I miss Bill's stern façade – that face he gives me whenever I do something silly. I miss Milford Haven.
But I know that I belong here right now, in this moment.
I wish I had news about you, Missy. I wish you would somehow write back.
Give my love to Charles and Bill. And give my love to your future child … you're about to give birth next month, Missy. As the Americans say, "hang in there!"
Anrhega 'm cara at Mama's bedd.
Love,
Dana
END OF CHAPTER NINE
A/N: One of the parts of the whole fic that I've always been bothered about is Scully's letters to Melissa. As you guys have read, the fic is largely told from Mulder's perspective and that has always been my main intention – for us to see Spunk through Mulder's eyes – because it will lead to the climax in Book II (I'm so excited for this!) and the epilogue, where we hear from Scully once again (just as we did in the Prologue). These letters are crucial for us to at least understand where Scully is coming from in the fic's events. These letters though were haphazardly written. I do not understand why I did not like writing them back then, so now I'm rewriting them. They are probably the most rewritten parts of the fiction for this repost.
I hope you guys are liking this so far! I'm reposting as fast as I could so that we could go and explore the unfinished parts of Spunk Book II soon (I'll post them in this same thread, so no worries!).