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By Friday, Peter was feeling a little better. Well enough to let Deirdre and Tasha serve him breakfast in bed, which he managed to keep down. And once he was finished with that, he reached out for the now familiar box of 'Dear Virginia' letters his mother had sent to her best friend back before she had married Peter's father. They were fascinating to read, and Peter was looking forward to another installment of them.
Peter handled the letters, which were all yellowing at the edges, with the utmost care as he opened them so he could read.
Dear Ginny,
Ah, your 'something good' was so incredibly charming. Thank you for the copy of your sonogram. Your baby is so beautiful! Even in black and white! I can't wait for it to be born, Ginny, so I can be Aunty Louise.
As for the Kempfs, Klaus has told them flat out that we'll be married, and I have told my father the very same. Daddy seems to think that because the Kempfs think I'm not good enough for them, that means they're not good enough for us, which is ridiculous because Klaus says their family home in Dresden is like a city of it's own. He showed me pictures and it looks like the most dreary and foreboding place I've ever seen, but it's huge and beautiful too. I bet it's full of ghosts! Remember when we went searching for ghosts in your attic and we found nothing but mothballs and dust? Ah, the treasures of an ill-spent youth, dear Ginny.
Everything looks like it's going ahead, despite our parents wishes. We're going to have a huge wedding, just to spite them. Klaus says I can have anything I want! He's so wonderfully doting and I'm so dreadfully spoiled. And loving it! He says he has eyes for no one else. I'm so lucky, Ginny! I've hit the jackpot with him.
We'll set the date after your due date, so you can attend and be my matron of honour and bring your dear child with you. Everything's finally falling into place.
Love now and forever,
Lou
Everything had fallen into place, alright. And from there it had fallen through the floor down into hell where it had festered until both his parents had taken their own lives. It was like reading a fantasy and knowing that in the end of it all, rocks fell and everyone died. Still, Peter read on.
Dear Ginny,
Only a week and you'll be here! I can't wait to meet your beautiful little Mathilda! I hope after we're married that I have children right away, even if it will make studying harder. I can go part-time and hire a nanny. But I want a girl and I want to name her Elizabeth after Mum. I'm so jealous and clucky, can you tell?!
I am driving Klaus crazy with the arrangements for the wedding. I have a horse-drawn carriage arranged, and doves and confetti and an orchestra. All of Klaus' family is coming, despite their earlier disapproval. Apparently it just wouldn't do to miss a social engagement, eh?! We've had to change the venue and the catering and the invitations and OH it's a NIGHTMARE but in a week and a half it will be a dream come true and I can't wait! Hopefully poor Klaus will stop drinking before you come to visit! I've driven him to the bottle with my arrangements! And who can blame him. Either way, he's excited to meet you too! You're the (in)famous Virginia!
So soon, friend. So soon. I can hardly breathe for happiness!
Flowers and Blessings,
Lou
The first hint of Klaus' alcoholism had finally worked it's way in to the letters...and so soon. It boggled Peter's mind that somehow his father had gone through law school, done incredibly well, and succeeded in having is own firm quite early on if he was drinking so much. Perhaps it was simply that he hadn't gotten out of control until he had suceeded and there was nothing left to achieve and everything he felt he had, was a failure.
There was a cheerful thought. Peter pushed the letters aside and he let his eyes fall closed. He didn't think he had it in him to read about his mother's life after the wedding. At least not today.
Peter handled the letters, which were all yellowing at the edges, with the utmost care as he opened them so he could read.
Dear Ginny,
Ah, your 'something good' was so incredibly charming. Thank you for the copy of your sonogram. Your baby is so beautiful! Even in black and white! I can't wait for it to be born, Ginny, so I can be Aunty Louise.
As for the Kempfs, Klaus has told them flat out that we'll be married, and I have told my father the very same. Daddy seems to think that because the Kempfs think I'm not good enough for them, that means they're not good enough for us, which is ridiculous because Klaus says their family home in Dresden is like a city of it's own. He showed me pictures and it looks like the most dreary and foreboding place I've ever seen, but it's huge and beautiful too. I bet it's full of ghosts! Remember when we went searching for ghosts in your attic and we found nothing but mothballs and dust? Ah, the treasures of an ill-spent youth, dear Ginny.
Everything looks like it's going ahead, despite our parents wishes. We're going to have a huge wedding, just to spite them. Klaus says I can have anything I want! He's so wonderfully doting and I'm so dreadfully spoiled. And loving it! He says he has eyes for no one else. I'm so lucky, Ginny! I've hit the jackpot with him.
We'll set the date after your due date, so you can attend and be my matron of honour and bring your dear child with you. Everything's finally falling into place.
Love now and forever,
Lou
Everything had fallen into place, alright. And from there it had fallen through the floor down into hell where it had festered until both his parents had taken their own lives. It was like reading a fantasy and knowing that in the end of it all, rocks fell and everyone died. Still, Peter read on.
Dear Ginny,
Only a week and you'll be here! I can't wait to meet your beautiful little Mathilda! I hope after we're married that I have children right away, even if it will make studying harder. I can go part-time and hire a nanny. But I want a girl and I want to name her Elizabeth after Mum. I'm so jealous and clucky, can you tell?!
I am driving Klaus crazy with the arrangements for the wedding. I have a horse-drawn carriage arranged, and doves and confetti and an orchestra. All of Klaus' family is coming, despite their earlier disapproval. Apparently it just wouldn't do to miss a social engagement, eh?! We've had to change the venue and the catering and the invitations and OH it's a NIGHTMARE but in a week and a half it will be a dream come true and I can't wait! Hopefully poor Klaus will stop drinking before you come to visit! I've driven him to the bottle with my arrangements! And who can blame him. Either way, he's excited to meet you too! You're the (in)famous Virginia!
So soon, friend. So soon. I can hardly breathe for happiness!
Flowers and Blessings,
Lou
The first hint of Klaus' alcoholism had finally worked it's way in to the letters...and so soon. It boggled Peter's mind that somehow his father had gone through law school, done incredibly well, and succeeded in having is own firm quite early on if he was drinking so much. Perhaps it was simply that he hadn't gotten out of control until he had suceeded and there was nothing left to achieve and everything he felt he had, was a failure.
There was a cheerful thought. Peter pushed the letters aside and he let his eyes fall closed. He didn't think he had it in him to read about his mother's life after the wedding. At least not today.
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