You'll forgive me, Ms. C. Davis, for my brevity. I'm tired. I have read your olive branch before, and I wonder at your considering it a peace offering. It's excellent literature, of course, but a story about how love hurts doesn't fill me with trust.
I promise I won't ignore the rest of your email as I have before. I've nothing better to do, and I'll get to it in a few hours, or tomorrow, whichever is first.