Letter 9
Alfred to Arthur
In Paris
When we want something for a long time (imagining it adorned of all colors of impossible) it is very surprising to see our reaction when we obtain it. You understand my friend, my exchange request has been accepted (against all odds) and here I am in the United States for much longer than a summer. And it makes me terribly sad when I hoped for it with so much rage. It is beyond comprehension. Holidays end, Ralph and Christian returned to Paris, I stay. The excitement suffocates me, I am delighted of course but I have a knot in my stomach since I received the great news. One year we no longer see each other, one year far from our friends, my family, Paris, especially you, it's terrifying. Don't forget to write to tell me everything and do not forget your friend. Exams alone, no longer sitting next to you in class, not taking the subway together, it all seems absurd. My parents are overexcited (you can imagine, for them, this is the international coolness) they say it is a very rewarding experience and all the trimmings. I do not abandon you.
I leave Newport at the end of the week to New York where I will discover the face of my foster family (hoping they are is not assholes). I'll call you to give you my new address as soon as I know. Wish me luck, love you.
PS: I failed having information about Antonio from Christian, as I am a friend of his big brother, he is a little wary of me I think.
From Newport, August 15 19**
To be shire you understand :
Merteuil = Arthur (England)
Valmont = Francis (France)
Ralph = Australia
Christian = New Zealand
Antonio = Spain