4/13/1800
My Matthews,
I will keep my patience for you because you want me to do that. I do not wish for you to keep all these secret from me, but I do have your own privacy at my heart, so it is okay. You say you fear the both of us would be in danger. Danger such as what? Why would you have me in danger? I really do not understand this situation. You fear that I despise you if you say the truth to me also. I do not think me hate you is possible. But you hide everything from me and pray for me to wait. It is tough, and my patience is being very tested. I am happy that you do finally admit to you crying. I know you will not hide everything forever, but waiting for the information is hard, especially when it is all there but just I don't have it and you do. Enough of me being impatient. It is okay that you cry because your circumstances are bad. You run from fortune, a nice home, family, and you can't tell anyone for what. We are both somehow in danger and you can't tell me what to do about it. You feel as if you can't tell a single soul what is go on. Please feel better, and try to stay in good spirit and health.
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.
