3/8/1800
My Dear Matthews,
I am glad to hve finally gotten a letter from you! Words cannot express! When was the last time we have speaked? I thought you-- oh I thought the worst of your fate! You has me sick with worries. I do not need knowledge on why you don't tell me why you run away. As long as you keep safe it is okay. You do not need to apology. Because you are okay. And even though you now have a house to live, I will still 'fret,' as you say not to, because you are my dearest friend Constant. I am glad to find you in goodest health, as you are supposed to. And try to not blame yourself as much as do you now. Keep your good health. Also, I feel that we could meet up sometime because I need to see you. It is tough to write sometimes. Also, where you live now that you run?
Forever yours,
Etienne Jay
YOU ARE READING
The Letters
Historical FictionConstant Matthews, a rich man in the 19th century, decides to contact his dearest friend, Etienne Jay, who immigrated from France to America, to speak of normal matters.