Cut From The Same Cloth

by Wenlock

"Polly knew that Rose would do more than survive; she would thrive. She was indeed cut from the same cloth as Tommy – and that would be both her blessing and her curse." What began as a brief imagining of a younger Shelby sister, Rose, and an encounter with Alfie Solomons, has grown into a story of life growing up in the most notorious family in Birmingham.

33. 28th August, 1924

28th August, 1924

My dearest Rose Petal,

I received your letter with much delight. It was very kind of you to reply to mine so promptly. And with such beautiful handwriting on lovely stationery too. How talented you are. As you can see, my handwriting leaves much to be desired. I'm afraid I wasn't a very good student and didn't practice my letters as well as you clearly have. I hope you are able to read my sprawl.

I am pleased you are faring so well and that the medicine is helping you. If I may, I would caution you about relying too much on that medicine. I've heard it works miracles for helping people sleep but it can quickly become something you can't live without. Sometimes, when a person has been through something as difficult as you have, it can take time to heal – both outwardly and inwardly. Don't bury what you're feeling, my Petal. I'm sure you can talk to your sister or your aunt. They would be able to help you. I'm probably an old softy, but I worry about you.

I can imagine how busy Tommy is. He always has grand plans and great ambitions. He'll go far, I have no doubt. Adults can get wrapped up in their own lives, can't they? I'm sure your family always has time for you, though. Shelby family gatherings must be loud and raucous affairs.

I myself am also very busy. Business is booming as always and keeps me on my toes. There aren't enough hours in the day sometimes. How about you, my Petal? What do you do with your days? You're probably out all hours on that horse of yours, aren't you? Galloping across the fields, Fred by your side, enjoying the fresh air and freedom. That's how I picture you.

If you have time in between horse riding and family parties, write and let your old friend know how you're doing. I hope you enjoy the apples I've sent with this letter. I've left some leaves on the stalks so that you'll know I picked them myself.

I remain, with much affection, your

Alfie