Syb
Postscript: God almighty, you can see I’m in a state. I am readingThe Orphan Master’s Sonby Adam Johnson. What are you reading?
Second postscript: Mick Watts wants to take me to dinner again—he delivered a note by hand last week. Of course Mick is a bit of an ass. He eats terribly, smokes, and drinks dark spirits, and he’s not a reader of fiction…but he is funny. God, he’s very funny, makes me laugh. Trudy and Millie think I should go again, but they never knew Daan. What do you think?
FROM: [email protected]
DATE: Oct 22, 2014 11:11 AM
SUBJECT: HARRY RAN AWAY
Sybil, I tried to call you. Your voicemail is full. Harry ran away. He took the golden retriever and a backpack and left around ten this morning. Is he with you? Call my cell.
FROM: [email protected]
DATE: Oct 22, 2014 10:59 PM
SUBJECT: He is here
James I’m firing this off Harry said if I picked up the phone to call you he would walk right out the door again so I told him I needed to use the bathroom and snuck to computer . He walked all the way here it took him until 10:30PM fortunately was dressed warmly with good shoe ss. He seems very tired but watchful and his pupils are dilated and isn’t saying much. I have given him a bowl of chili and cookies I had in a tin and I’ll get him to take a shower he’s filthy I have no idea what routed he took but I have himself and Thor and you can come collect them in the morning Fr now let’s let them sleep Please Do Not call or he will know I’v contacted you and leave again I think he means it Sybi
FROM: [email protected]
DATE: Oct 24, 2014 9:14 AM
SUBJECT: Security cameras
Hi James, In the midst of Harry’s great escape you mentioned you have security cameras on your porch. I went into town to the hardware store but did not see anything of this nature for sale. Please send instructions on how or where to have security cameras installed on one’s porch.
I hope things have calmed down somewhat.
Warm regards,
Sybil
December 15, 2014
Postcard from Belgium
Sybil Van Antwerp
17 Farney Rd.
Arnold, MD 21012
USA
Hi from Belgium, Mom. Thought of you today—in a bookshop found a translation of84 Charing Cross Road(Helene Hanff)—did you ever read it? I picked it up and read a few of the letters—forgot how funny they are, reminds me of you a bit. Anyway, bought this postcard there and now sitting having a coffee. The picture is really how it looks here all decked for Christmas, houses like iced gingerbread and lights like candies. Really beautiful. You know I’m not one to write, much easier to pick up the phone and call or text, but I know you love it. Dad is doing OK, pleasant as usual, but thin and quieter, or tired. Will miss you at the holiday—was sweet of you to send the sweater for Charles. Don’t be lonely—what are Trudy and Millie up to? I will see you first week of March. Charles misses his Gran, and merry Christmas from Walt and me,
Fi
p.s. How is Harry Landy doing?
