Thirty-seven

 Peggy,

    Oh, I hold on to the anger. I am pretty successful about aiming it at only the ex (I still call her that after so long). Let it go. Someone in your life as important as he is will...understand...  Anyway, my anger is very thin after so long. And I can say there is, now, The Woman, as Sherlock (the Benedict Cumberbatch one) described Irene Adler. 

    Well, I don't know. Poetry hasn't been in my life for a very long time. I always thought you were a better poet than me. I want to live it, not write it, is my justification.

    I never keep track of things over time, so I can't say a certain stretch of time in my life was any harder and any other span. I understand what you went through, some of my friends at the time had the same miseries. So many people did. I was lucky enough not to have watch friends die slow, horrible deaths. I am sorry. And obviously, so very glad you are here to receive these.

    Martha should have sense enough by now to listen to her older sister.