Continued, The Correspondent
TO: sybilvanantwerp@
FROM: jameswlandy@
SUBJECT: RE: Memorial service
Sybil,
What’s ironic is that I hadn’t seen Bruce in a while, but we ran into each other last week at a cocktail party at which time he mentioned the ski trip.
I did receive an invitation. They couldn’t open up the service to the public or announce it in the papers.
Think of all the furious people who would take the chance to throw a bucket of pig’s blood all over the casket (or urn).
I’ll be happy to pick you up. Marly won’t want to spend a Saturday at a funeral in the country anyway.
Although maybe you should take the opportunity to bring an eligible man as your date.
What about that guy on your street with the white brick house and the rosebushes?
Didn’t his wife die a few years ago? God, now this is starting to cross a line.
Of course you have to speak. There’s no Butch without Sundance. You’re the only man for the job.
I’m changing topics. It’s good of you to continue writing letters to Harry. He takes it seriously, in a good way. I worry about him, especially now that his sisters aren’t home much. The girls seemed to soothe him. Once he finds his way as an adult I won’t worry as much, I guess.
See you in February, and will look forward to your oration—
James