Letter 2
CJ,
I like taking photographs. It’s not something I ever considered as a career. I’m very happy being an amateur. But I know what you mean.
Creatives ARE undervalued.
In a world where bottom lines and bank accounts matter, unless something is monetizable, everything else falls to the wayside.
I understand your need for a benefactor and wish I could help. :/ I can tell you that I think you should report the conductor of your orchestra to the higher-ups in the organization. Surely that’s harassment?
Why haven’t you done that already? You don’t seem to be the kind of woman who’d take that shit lying down. Nor should you.
When I got your letter this morning, and despite my concern about this jackass conductor, I’m not gonna lie, it put a massive smile on my face. I really fucking needed it. This week has been shitty as hell. One of my best friends in the Forces, Ricky, he died. Me and Paulie (never mentioned him to you before, but he’s like my brother from another mother), we’re absolutely devastated. The three of us bunked together during primary flying training and now he’s gone. I can’t get my head around it. One minute he was here, the next he wasn’t.
Time’s so short, Tee.
Life is too.
What the hell am I doing out here in the middle of fucking nowhere, freezing my ass off?
Someone’s messed up idea of freedom? Or peacekeeping?
If we were keeping the peace, would Ricky be dead?
I hope you’re having a better week than I am. According to Google, rubellite would be a good fit for you. Invokes strength and ‘guides you on the right path to gaining your heart’s desires.’
You should probably tell your conductor that you know someone in the CAF…
If that doesn’t work, I have a friend or two in New York who could ram that message home.
Looking forward to hearing from you, T. More than you probably know.
Butch