http://hautplantade.com/?pemeb=eclipse-trader&65b=41 I’m writing a letter to The Girl, even though she is in the next room.  She is curled up on the chaise lounge, tucked under a pink quilt, watching Nickelodeon.  She calls it her “happy place.”  Chaise, quilt, Nick.

about his The Girl is going on a week-long camp with school.

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over here I write to her.  I write every day, starting a few days before camp, so that she will receive a letter on Day 1 and each day thereafter.

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Did she get my second letter today?

Mailbox is full of stuff but nothing from The Girl.

That’s okay.  Mail is taking two days to get here now, because of all the layoffs. We’ll get a letter from her tomorrow.

Two more sleeps.

Day 4

Mailbox is full of letters I don’t want.

Why hasn’t she written back?

Call school.

“How long does it take to receive mail from camp?”

“We don’t know.  We’re not the post office.”

One more sleep.

Day 5

The Girl is home.

“How come you didn’t write?” I ask.

“I did.  I wrote everyday.  I got two of your letters on Day 2 and two of your letters on Day 3.”

Day 6

Three letters from camp sit in the mailbox.  I begin reading the first one.

“It is Tuesday and I just got your mail.  I only opened one.  I’m saving the other one for tomorrow.”

I look across the room.

The Girl has tucked herself in.  Girl, chaise, quilt, Nick.  My happy place.

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