Thirty-five

 Peggy,

    I'm sorry. You said you were ok with it, but I don't believe you. Granted I am more stranger than friend, but as I've said to her, you have not changed, you are still, I believe the Peggy I wrote to so many lifetimes ago. (Remember, I read your book.) And the loss of someone you have had in your life for so long is pain. Oh, I know, time erodes even love, sometimes, but ... 

    Sorry. Didn't mean to be a cheap self-help book from fifty years ago.

    Just don't stop writing to me.

 

//this is the loss of her husband, maybe a temporary thing for them//

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