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Tonight Mary was having wine. A rich merlot. It had been a relatively relaxing day on board. She and Howard had spent a bit of time together, which always brightened up her mood. He made her happy in way that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Howard was always incredibly thoughtful with her, giving her gifts and surprises, treating her like a queen. She wanted to give something back to him, though she wasn't sure what. Mary wasn't terribly artistic or creative. For now she had settled upon writing him a heartfelt letter - one on actual paper. That had been hard enough to find, so she hoped he would at least appreciate that.
She scribbled a bit on the paper before pausing to take a sip of wine and look around the lounge. It was somewhat quiet that evening. Even though she was working on her letter, she would welcome company. She doubted she would finish it this evening anyway.