Just the thought of you in red bell bottoms has made me laugh. I'm sure you look spectacular in them. I'm not so sure about the dragon-hide trousers; those sound questionable, even if they were once worn by a decent musician approaching your caliber. I may need a private viewing to properly make up my mind. Nothing else, please. I wouldn't want to be influenced by additional garments. Or undergarments.
Thank you so much for the record. I love it dearly already, and have given it pride of place on the mantle. I'll try not to torture you with it too much, so you don't have to hide the faces you make whenever I play their songs.
It's not nearly as thoughtful as your gift, but I thought you might be missing England a bit, so I've sent a small something. I'm sure you're running into some wonderful exotic teas out where you are, but if you ever need the comfort of home, there are two tins of lemon-ginger in the basket for you. Hopefully that will be enough to bring you home.
That clock sounds amazing. I wish I could be there with you to see it, and to learn all about its history. Thank you for the pictures, and for telling me about what you've been able to see and do. It helps me to imagine where you are and what you're doing, and to wish I could be there beside you to experience it. I'm taking notes for our next vacation together.
I'm glad that you've been able to find some comfort in friendship. I miss you, and I love you, and I'm with you in my mind and in my heart, no matter how far away you are. I'll be counting down along with you.
All my love always, Glinda
Dearest Electra,
Things here are far too quiet without all of you. I've grown too accustomed to having all of that noise and energy back in my life, and now the best of it are all at the far end of Europe.
Thank you for the gifts. I will be delighted to try them out; I'm especially intrigued by the dinosaur. Those spikes look like they might be fun. I'm equally delighted that you've had opportunities for extensive vetting. You certainly deserve them. I hope you're leaving Donaghan with enough energy to make it through the shows each day, although aside from that, clearly there's no better use to which it could be put.
I heard about the relatives. Was everything all right with that? With them, and Merton? I hope it wasn't too much of a nightmare. I've been keeping up with Myron as best I can, although he didn't mention the Roller Coaster. You'll have to tell me more about it when next we make it to brunch together.
I wish that could be sooner than it will be; if your tour were a little closer, geographically, I'm sure I could work something out, but it would take so long to reach Russia that I'd barely be there before I had to leave again, and I don't want Myron to stay up all night to be with me when he has a show the next day. And the middle of the week isn't good at all, unfortunately. I don't ever want Myron to think work is more important than he is, because it isn't, but I'd need to take at least three days away, and calling in sick becomes less convenient when your appearances with your boyfriend are likely to make it into the tabloid papers that everyone at your company reads as a part of their jobs. I just don't see how I can make it work. I'm worried now, though, because he's been quiet with me as well, but he hasn't told me what's wrong. I don't want to get his hopes up, though, because if I can't make it, he'll be disappointed, and that isn't good for him or for his performances, which I know are important to him.
Thank you for telling me, though. I've wanted to ask you or one of the boys if he was all right, but that felt like going behind his back to inquire. Let me see what I can do; I'm sure I must be able to come up with something. If I can beg your assistance in arranging and presenting any future plans, I would be grateful. Maybe even the distraction of a few surprises will help his mood.
Thank you for being such a wonderful friend. I don't have anything nearly so clever and marvelous as condoms for you, but I did take the liberty of liberating a few of the latest serial novel recordings the WWN has been broadcasting. They're all complete, and each has at least a dozen episodes, so they should hopefully keep you entertained during the long flights on your motorcycle between cities. I hope you find something that's to your taste; if you do, let me know and I'll see what else the archives have available. There's one murder mystery radio play that's been quite good so far and finishes next week; I'll send it along later if you're interested.
Best wishes to you and everyone, Glinda
Dear Donaghan,
Myron told me you've been his sanity of late, being there for him when he needs a friend, and I just wanted to say how grateful I am for that, and how glad I am that he has you. You really are one of the best people I know, and one of the best friends anyone could have. I know I'm blessed to have you back in my life.
I hope you're having a wonderful time on tour, and that it hasn't been too busy or stressful. I also hope that things are going as wonderfully with Electra as they seemed to be when you left. I hear from people at the station that it's challenging when you work together as well as date, but I confess I am envious of your time together, being able to experience all of those exotic cities and wonders together. Just being together. I hope you're making the most of every minute.
You've probably noticed the basket of gifts attached to these letters; don't worry, there's something for you, too. I'm sure they probably have sweets covered in your hospitality rider, but I doubt they have any good English tea biscuits. Don't forget about them and let them go stale while you're off orgasming over Turkish delight.
My love always, Glinda
Kirley love,
I've gathered, from little birds and from how quiet he's been lately, that Myron might be having a hard time on this tour. I'm also worried, from the way he's so careful not to mention your name to me, that he thinks I might be upset about the two of you being close. Please know, from the bottom of my heart, that's not something I want or how I feel. I'll keep telling him and hoping he'll believe, but I want you to know as well, as my friend, as Myron's, that I don't begrudge you a moment of happiness with him. It could be easy to feel guilty, I fear, being the two together while the other is so far away, but I would much rather you both felt free to comfort and support each other when you needed that. You're far from home and working an exhausting schedule; you deserve every bit of peace you can find in each other. You have my blessing, if you ever feel for any reason that you need it. Loving him isn't something I've ever been able to help; I imagine it's the same for you. Find joy in each other, and I'll be with you when I can. My heart is with you, wherever this finds you.
There's nothing specifically in the basket for you, but I confess when I went to choose something, I couldn't decide whether you'd want the tea I sent for Myron, the radio novels for Electra, or the biscuits for Donaghan, so I've sent a receipt book entitling you to filch some of any of them whenever the urge takes you. I feel a gift of whimsy suits you better than anything concrete. Don't let their pouting deter you; I sent more than enough of everything. And the receipts are officially signed and everything, so they oughtn't be allowed to put up a fuss about it.
All my love, Glinda
P.S. If he hasn't already, and if you think it would help get things moving in the right direction, tell Myron I've told you to ask to see his other ring. Do let me know how he reacts, in broad strokes, if it isn't too personal. All my love to you across the continent. I can't wait to have you home again.