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26 November 1998
Padma,
It sounds to me as though you are the linguist between the two of us, me with a meager one and a half tongues, you with no less than five. Willing student as I am, I will be happy to apply my eagerness to whichever you best see fit.
As my time here dwindles down, I find myself in two minds. Ive come to a sort of understanding with Egypt, if not a true appreciation for all of it. Never will we be bosom friends, but should I return on holiday, I might find a comfort in the familiarity. I do not know where I stand with Scotland, or England. There are grievances against her that Ive yet to reconcile, but all the same it is my home. And she offers me Morag, and Kevin, and you, and a proper steak and kidney pie with real potatoes - for this alone, I must love her.
My mother has signed the deed to Robinswood over to me, though she insists that I come home to take it. I dont object to seeing her, or Max, though I do to the conversations I know will involve discussion of the absence of Father and Joseph. I think I will stay in England, make the new home a home, and visit my mother and brother when asked. You wont find me bearded and shorn, surely. I dont intend to keep this scratchy thing any longer than I have to, and my hair is a monstrous, unwieldy thing that has grown to a respectable length so I wont have to wear a bleeding hat all month. Hopefully you will recognize our conversations with even greater ease, and they will transition from long-winded responses on several topics at once to something common between friends, absent of the apprehension with your Zelma over breakfast.
What do you eat, for noonfast, besides coffee?
Theodore
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Padma,
It sounds to me as though you are the linguist between the two of us, me with a meager one and a half tongues, you with no less than five. Willing student as I am, I will be happy to apply my eagerness to whichever you best see fit.
As my time here dwindles down, I find myself in two minds. Ive come to a sort of understanding with Egypt, if not a true appreciation for all of it. Never will we be bosom friends, but should I return on holiday, I might find a comfort in the familiarity. I do not know where I stand with Scotland, or England. There are grievances against her that Ive yet to reconcile, but all the same it is my home. And she offers me Morag, and Kevin, and you, and a proper steak and kidney pie with real potatoes - for this alone, I must love her.
My mother has signed the deed to Robinswood over to me, though she insists that I come home to take it. I dont object to seeing her, or Max, though I do to the conversations I know will involve discussion of the absence of Father and Joseph. I think I will stay in England, make the new home a home, and visit my mother and brother when asked. You wont find me bearded and shorn, surely. I dont intend to keep this scratchy thing any longer than I have to, and my hair is a monstrous, unwieldy thing that has grown to a respectable length so I wont have to wear a bleeding hat all month. Hopefully you will recognize our conversations with even greater ease, and they will transition from long-winded responses on several topics at once to something common between friends, absent of the apprehension with your Zelma over breakfast.
What do you eat, for noonfast, besides coffee?
Theodore
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