Edwina,
Oh, what a lovely name, Edwina. Edwina, I wish I could write and tell you that my Christmas was marvelous. I confess, I cannot in truth tell you that. My Christmas was as dim and dull as the night I drunkenly wrote to my old apartment. Though, I find myself an especially lucky man that you, Edwina, a girl with such a pretty name, should be its new inhabitant. And of you, Edwina, dear, what do you think of my old home? Do you find yourself as in love with it as I was?
I will answer your questions, though. In truth, I really didn't need to leave my old abode. I felt in the moment that it was time. I find myself regretting the decision, if you really want to know. And yes, I do live in Boston. For two years now I have. I don't like Boston very much. In that case, I think I've lived here far too long. The people here are dull and yet rude. The city is beautiful; I am infatuated with its architecture and history and nature. But the people, no matter how beautiful a city may be, make it an entirely dreadful experience. But here I am complaining. Ignore it all. How was the supper party with your friends? Have you made any resolutions for our fine new year, 1939? I have made one to find a new job. I guess, though, nobody is really happy with their job in any case. Thank you for writing back, dear Edwina. You don't know the happiness you have given me. I hoped you would consider becoming friends? Until next time, Edwina.
Respectfully Yours,
Thomas Corcoran
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Letters to a Wrong Address
RomanceLetters to a Wrong Address by Alice Wecker begins with a drunken letter to an old address. Thomas Corcoran finds himself drunk in Boston, only remembering his old college address, so he writes to it. Edwina Loch, the current inhabitant of his old ho...
