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6 December, 1998
Dear Padma,
If your counter-sensibilities are agreeable, I would rather the happy distraction of your company after Mr. Whitling than before, so as not to linger overlong on whatever we discuss. I promise not to press the topic on you, of Joseph or our upbringing. Im not sure what my mother hopes for me to say, it feels strange to be expected to undercut her and my father on my brothers behalf. His choices were his own, however strong the parental influence, but I believe as well that we are at least partially a product of our environments. Your cork tree would not flourish here without careful tending, but may grow wild elsewhere.
I am sorry if you are sober, stiff, or sore tonight. Take an overly long soak in an overly hot bath, and crawl with pruny toes and fingers under weighty quilts to dream of even more snow. Hopefully it will help with whatever this anxiety is, and let you feel relaxed at least, if not fully gentle?
Sylvia has written me a letter, and asks how you are. I may delay in responding so you can add a post script yourself, if you would like?
Until your propriety is smothered by your brash ungentle nature,
- T
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Dear Padma,
If your counter-sensibilities are agreeable, I would rather the happy distraction of your company after Mr. Whitling than before, so as not to linger overlong on whatever we discuss. I promise not to press the topic on you, of Joseph or our upbringing. Im not sure what my mother hopes for me to say, it feels strange to be expected to undercut her and my father on my brothers behalf. His choices were his own, however strong the parental influence, but I believe as well that we are at least partially a product of our environments. Your cork tree would not flourish here without careful tending, but may grow wild elsewhere.
I am sorry if you are sober, stiff, or sore tonight. Take an overly long soak in an overly hot bath, and crawl with pruny toes and fingers under weighty quilts to dream of even more snow. Hopefully it will help with whatever this anxiety is, and let you feel relaxed at least, if not fully gentle?
Sylvia has written me a letter, and asks how you are. I may delay in responding so you can add a post script yourself, if you would like?
Until your propriety is smothered by your brash ungentle nature,
- T
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