#eugenia laurens de witt

Mydearest and most belovedKitty,
if I am still permitted to call you Kitty,
if I am still the only one cheeky enough to get away with it, though I would surely understand if you had by now moved on, for themy tragic sacrifice of exile must surely drive such a wedge into all friendships that I would understand if even my dearest accomplice were to have found someone anew,

The treatments have been going well!
As well as they can be expected to, taking in full account of the gravity and tragedyof my situation. What do I miss more, than my dear friends’ laughter, like unplanned music which surprises, pleasantly, all those whose ears and other sensory receptacles it reaches? What canI miss more, than the sweet and thrilling
than the thrill
than the sweet and rushing thrill
than the sweet and thrilling rush of the hunt, and all of us setting our camps, and keeping each other awake with conversation and teasing and revelry long past the time we ought to have slept, and Sweetie hardly managing to check us with the schedule of watches,

Bother it, I’ve gotten distracted! What was I

HowisSweetie? Have they returned yet from their voyage to the continent? I have no address for them, so I must beg of your kindness to pass along my regards, and to the others as well!

It is my sincerest and greatest hope that this letter, like those before it, reaches you in a state of with no lingering traces of the curse upon it, for it would be my worst and greatest fear and deepest regret if

Regrettably, I have lost track of that sentence as I had to investigate an odd noise.

Where was I? It is so terribly inconvenient that I must let these letters sit for such a long time to evacuate the energies which prolonged contact with my hand sets upon them

[splotch of ink]

Another strange noise!

I shall go investigate once more, though I fear I have spilt too much ink over this one, it may not be

[two inches of empty page; unsigned; unfolded]