I sent you a present. Granted it's not the brooch. But it is good.
Love -
KM.
Every where and ware we traveled I always took my letters. Often I knew they were tampered with. Sometimes I'd find added ones.
Dear Madame-
dead.
I didn't know what was added sometimes on the road or up ahead. Some times it was behind.
Dear Tina -
currently I have all my teeth but soon I will not have two.
And many times there was just a drawing. Of this or that indicating this or that and also some big penis with 3 initials attached to the bottom corner. Then they'd mark the inches of the measurements. Just for "good measure" the note states. . I'd flip the paper over and written in bold letters was "GONE". Hmmmm. Interesting. I'd think. Must find out if this "added up".
Once I found this note added to the pile;
"don't forget to accept Jesus as your third partner"! I gave that one to the Pope. Don't forget I'd say....
Some notes from the future made no sense.
Scribbled nonsense like "Chris WISH A BELL for Mayor!" Hmmm. What the fuck is that about I'd ponder. But you know. That's how traveling was in the days of yay be may or nay...nothing was sacred. And nothing was safe.
My letters to Henry were my favourite. Yet often confusing.
Dear Henry. It's Mum. Have you found a lady to court?
Dear Henry;
Why how sexy you look. Shall I sit on your face?!
Yes. They made no sense. Because some also were just as perplexing to JAson.
Dearest Friend; your like a sober brother but better. You know. One I'd like to fuck. But. Oh well. Call me because you may be my twin. Maybe not. I just don't know. This is awful. I don't know where you are. But I'm trapped in a prism of your love. And I don't really want to fuck you. I don't think. I shouldn't. Why do you keep trying to play in my fantasies??? Are you 3rd partner Jesus. Just being honest. This is a horrid letter. Rip it up immediately. Hmmmm. Anyhow. Call me. Yours, Tina.
I figured one day maybe I would know why. And then there was this.
Dear Tina.
Its all in your head! Did you ever EVEN see JASOn? Why do you think Henry is your son???? His name is HARRY. Bye beloved. -......
Anyhow. The point was. That all my letters that I wrote added up to one theme. Every one of them was always and only about this one theme. Love. And who was Henry. 🌹
I want to say more but all my letters I burned.