I am much restored and thank you for your kind concern! Upon looking at my homework assignment, imagine my delight as I discovered that writing to my dear heart, my darling friend was a part of that activity. I am ever so devoted to you, my dear. Can there even be such friends again as we two? I laugh to remember days when we would be so silly as to go over and over again about the importance of our ages. And Sonja, our relentless discussions of her actions or remarks. Was she to be a friend of ours, or a foe? Were we to invite her into our fold, or keep our distance? Secret notes hidden in shadows of our General Store... poems memorized, the blissful feeling of reciting them word perfect before our whole town.
But now, back to the present moment. Before me sits another letter from Sonja - although she calls me "dear," as you do my dear, I always get the sense that she says it to me as if from a great height.... staring down to where I am, hearing those words from far beneath herself. Do you think there can be anything to this? Or has my mind simply wandered into a little reverie? I must leave you now, dearest. I shall await your reply with eagerness!
All my love, Rachel V.M.