My Dearest Alaya
Sorry for taking so long to respond. I believe my brain quit working. Your mother's treats were a god sent; they were the right amount of surge needed to plunge through my notes once more. Please thank her for me and tell her that my high scores are credited to her sweets.
My examinations went well and I can relax until next term. Only one more term and I have fulfilled the pre-clinical training!
Before you can call me Doctor, which you will, I am required to complete four years of hospital training. My advisor informed me today, because of my exam scores, I should have multiple hospital training offers, spite the fact "I am a woman". I tried not to laugh in his face, woman indeed.
It has me concerned as to which hospital will train me. I hope to stay in London because anywhere else it would be very expensive as I would have to fend for myself. I could easily move into a boarding house, but my schedule will erratic, I would have to plan my own meals. It would be four years of hot tea and cold pies.
Good new, I have December 18th free to do as I please. If that is unsuitable, please send a message as I will be working at the shop all day straight through to evening.
I shall be at your door eleven in the morning and have plans through the entire day. Plans are in motion.
In a few days ... I am nervous and excited. How are you?
Your Precious Fiona
P.S. Your secret identity is secure. Any moment you feel uncomfortable I shall bring you home directly.