Letter the Third From Federico to Ana
Letter the Third
From Federico to Ana
My Dear Ana,
I’m much obliged to inform you that I have, indeed, valiantly fought off the wiles of a siren enchantress. It was difficult, but I had only to picture your muddy face the last time I laid eyes on you. I believe the sludge dripping from your chin inspired a resilience to her seductress song.
As for snarky, I am nothing of the sort.
I merely offered a more vivid picture of what I witnessed.
But since my description was not good enough, I will elaborate.
One morning, a lady in a purple dress seemed to walk atop the water.
Since I had the early morning shift, I investigated and discovered the dress was magnificent scales that would have been beautiful on a dragon—but I digress.
She opened her mouth, and the most glorious song I’d ever heard bid me to walk onto the water, but I remembered your letter and had to run back inside to write down her description.
By the time I returned, she was gone. I’m sorry to say that the story is not as tantalizing as one of your novels, but how was that for description?
Did the dinner with the pompous Montenegro go as your father planned, or do I still have a chance at whisking you away at your ball?
Federico