This isn't a
terrible place. I've lived in terrible places, and while this isn't a wonderful place, it isn't terrible. But I'm discovering that I'm really very homesick, and I miss Gil terribly. And Marilla. And Cornelia. Oh, and Diana. I'd always dreamed of sharing the joy of impending motherhood with her, and I never even had a chance to tell her! I feel like I did when I went to Queen's College, and missed Green Gables and Avonlea so much that I found myself counting tears, before they became too numerous to count. Only there's no way to go home, and no way to write a letter that will reach home even if I took the time to write it.
Oh, there they are, those tears that have been my companions these past few days. I'm sorry to those of you who are living with me; I usually don't cry so much. Is there, by any chance, a garden here, with flowers coming into full bloom? Where I may bury my sorrows in tending it?
Filter in ReynaI'm so sorry I didn't reply to you. It's just a little overwhelming, all of this. And then to discover that I might be nothing more than a character in a book... I'm sorry. Can you tell me more about this? About this book? Or books?