Dear Diana,
I'm so fucking sorry. When John came back for the hols and Martha and him were at it like rabbits, meaning no sleep for me. Jayden has gone to live with the Lees and I've had so many little ones running around me I Haven't the time to write or respond. I'm terrible, I know. Martha is missing John terribly and asks if he's still alive. Of course, he is coming home for this Christmas as I suspect you should but alas I'm not your mother. I've gone to loads of communist meetings and read about thousands of books that have filled my head with words like 'social imperialism' and 'proletariat'. The local library is probably sick of little Ada Shelby haunting it's halls with the communist manifesto in hand. Everyone complains that the war's gone on too long but we're lucky if we get all of the Small Heath boys back in one piece. I miss Fred. I think I shall die if I don't see him soon. Tom has sent more of his cryptic little messages except they seem meaner. I don't think he's Tom anymore. Jeremiah has sent bible verses for me to read to Isiah but it feels like I'm imposing so I just give them to him and he sleeps with them under his pillow. Finn and he sleep in Arthurs bed and Pol sleeps in John's room with Martha. All of them sleep badly but the worst of it is Pol. Mrs Kimber comes over every Sunday and gets horribly drunk and Pol has to call her a cab home. Of course, Mrs Kimber insists it's business and calls Pol her 'bestest and dearest friend'. I haven't heard from Jayden in a few days but I'll make sure to go visit her shortly.
I miss you more than I do Fred,
Ada Shelby
Communist unit S.H treasurer
Shelby book-keepers
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T.S.
FanfictionTom fucking Shelby. " "Don't be a prat, Tom. Write those letters or I'll climb back through those fucking trenches and rip your balls off with my teeth." He nods and smiles, confirming he'll do it. "
