I admit to liking the fact that you were at the keyboard.
You're making me delete things before I send this e-mail. This rarely happens, and I don't know what to think of it. I'll ponder that as I try to sleep this evening. I find sleep to be an elusive thing; the curse of a mind always whirling.
If we had been raised with other children to confide in, I would think we'd be better off for it. Less alone, as it sounds like your childhood was as lonely as mine. I realize there a things much, much worse that could have befallen us, but a child doesn't have the knowledge to come to that realization, and so it hurts just the same.
If you like the book, I expect the things you owe me in return. I leave the ball in your court, for now.
Claire, who very much hopes your friend cheers your spirits.
P.S. Get well. This is an order from your copy editor, and (hopefully) from a newly made friend.