My Dear-heart Love Teresa,
I have also missed our dear correspondence. We must catch up on all our secrets and hopes since last we wrote! My wishes surround a desire to feel completely well again, as I have felt a weakness from the tips of my toes all up to the top of my head since the dawn. Josefina called a few minutes past to administer a remedy to my ailment, and I was entreated to consume the most vile of rose hip teas to regain my strength. It has left me with a bitter taste and a sour expression, I must admit. As the saying goes, "He that drinks fast, pays slow," and therefore I spent a goodly half hour sipping the unsavory mixture. "What one relishes, nourishes." I must now remedy this remedy by a counter cure of some delightfully sweet antidote. What would you suggest, were you in my position?
Mammy has spent the morning on the mountainous chore of cleaning Spring and Summer clothing from our home to leave room for the dark, heavy fabrics of Fall and Winter. Meanwhile my dear Father attends to matters of great town importance shut away in the parlor. How fare your family members?
Love and kisses,
My Dearest Rachel,
Well, Senor Caravaggio had a dark black mustache and he was wearing a blue vest with a silk white collar. He was ever so impressive to the eye!! Indeed!!! And I thought that Pierre was quite the gentleman! Is he really just like William? I shudder to think of two of him in one house! How ever do you bear it all? I should be about to explode if there were two Elizabeths. Megan and Sunny are biting each others' heads off right now. (figuratively!) They are both in the wrong, but neither side will give in. Sunny got very frustrated because Elizabeth asked her to make strawberry bread for her tea party with Nan when there was plenty of Blackberry Cobbler leftover. And so Sunny and Megan are arguing over which person should bake and which person should buy the ingredients.
How did you like the Easter ball? It was rather annoying how we couldn't talk privately together because Sonja was always tagging along. I really don't know what to think of her! Samantha is putting up the wallpaper in our green room. It will look so lovely when it is finished!
What have you been doing? Well my dearest, darlingest Rachel, I must cut this letter short, for you are going to be here for tea any minute now!! Do tell me all about your worries and woes, I believe I have told quite a lot of mine!
Love, your closest friend forever,
Teresa Irene Berg