Lechance

The last few weeks had been a bit hazy for Mercedes, a summer cold took hold in her lungs and refused to be budged. Eventually, the cough that had threatened to crack her ribs slowly subsided and she was able to get out of bed and move about, although she moved very slowly and found herself out of breath with marked frequency.

She'd lost weight and her hair and skin looked dull and drab, both of which were causing her far more distress than they warranted. Her gowns didn't fit quite right, but despite that, she was eager to be out of the house again. It seemed ages ago that she'd been declared contagious and cut off from contact with everyone and Mercedes was eager to reconnect with several people. Most specifically, with a certain Sheriff.

Honestly, she was somewhat worried that Jonas was no longer interested, but despite that she sat down and started writing him an invitation.

Dear Mr. Wilder,

It's been quite some time since our last meeting; a fact that has been much lamented. I have, at long last, been released to leave my home and have visitors once again. I hope you do not think me too forward if I ask you for the pleasure of your company. Your presence has been sorely missed and remembered fondly.

Sincerely,
Mercedes