My Dearest Alaya,
I miss you.
Our dear Miss Shaw has been receptionist for my mother from the age of 12 starting out as cleaning up after the tailors. Mother sent her to night school for secretary. I hope she is pleased with her growing responsibilities. Do have a small chat. Also, do keep her heart safe. She suffers as you and I do with Adhesive love.
I think that it is wonderful to being social with the women at the shop. It is morale boosting at the simplest form. Tea, sandwiches and gossip always cures Mother Jenny. Go to her with the idea, I am sure she would enjoy the challenge.
My poor Alaya with that damn device. In many middle eastern cultures women have to hide behind a niqab as their face is only to be seen by their husbands. I find it deplorable that you must hide behind a costume, you are beautiful ... your body is much to be desired by me. Oh how I miss our marriage bed. Retortum ad nates!
The small pouch is suitable is perfect, I keep it safe.
You write of dinner, how much I miss our shared turkey sandwich. Food here is limited and I rarely have an opportunity for anything other than broth and bread.
Your words of wisdom and sharing your NNYU experience was exactly what I needed to read. Yes, my dear, this is only temporary and I shall focus on those that will make our permanent life better. It has added the desire to be successful here even though I am held hostage academically by Elsie.
Oh do I detest that Elise woman more and more. She is absolutely obscene and has the most scurrilous language. I find her unacceptable as a human. How did Fiona ever fall for such a woman. She is constantly given to filthy and abusive speech to the staff. She loves to argue and is constantly trying to rouse me into a debate about the world. I pretend to be inept in the skills of disputation. She becomes frustrated and seeks out a a new target.
Elise is holding our future hostage. She has threatened time and time again that if I leave or do not do as she requests professionally I will not qualify as a doctor ... she is holding my credentials hostage. I went directly to the nearest store to purchase a bound diary. I will keep a daily log of all my medical activities including surgeries, patient interaction, pre-op and post operation monitoring. I will serve Our Queen with dignity and respect, but I do not trust Elise with our future. The diary, pencils and sharpener has left with me little funds which have been spend on the postage. Please send a few pounds with your next letter.
There are women here that go to the pub and return to their beds passed out. I would like to join them, but I have no desire to be in a stupor and then perform surgeries the next day. I want my skills to be pushed. I am the first to in line to handle the serious cases, not just the simple amputations. I want to repair, not just cut and move on. These are living beings they have my full attention.
I am very pleased our mothers did not raise us as the typical timid Victorian woman. What a dreadful thought to be a clone of everyone else ... I have decided a few years back that I do not want a "normal" life. It has been my second most freeing moment. The first, was when I lived with my Mother April and I woke up from my studies to find the message cylinder with your confessional response, Oh how I wanted to be your Verena. I wanted you to be at my window every night. Little did I know what surprises I found in my Verena. I have no regrets of the past ... the terrible things I have witnesses, gone through and suffered was the shortest distance in having your in my life. Oh how I love our life and our future will be just as adventurous.
I will hold on to hope, your love and our mothers' unconditional love. I will be brave and I will do my best to find moments of happiness.
My heart aches for you.
Your Fiona
PS I have been thinking, you only drink sweet wines and tea. Is your tongue that sensitive? Take the challenge to try new drinks ... go to the books store and buy for us Straub's Manual of Mixed Drinks. See which mixture fits your palette better. I wonder if there is a drink that would be perfect for each literary escapes. What would go well with a mystery? How about which drink will be best for you when we watch a cricket match? Play cards?