The Letter

Chapter 2: Crossings

It's been 3 years since I moved to Atalanta and built a new house. I've made friends at that time. I continued to send letters to everyone in the vicinity of my house, hoping to find new friends. Well, now I have like 7 friends. It's time I begin my story.
1723 is the current year. I'm staying in my home writing in my journal. I guess that's common to a lot of writers. I keep writing nonsensical things as you might know from the last time I told you, and it turns out to be a fun thing that I would do anytime. I have a couple of friends, but I prefer staying at home, mostly.
It's time for me to write more letters. While I'm on progress, I would rest sometimes. You know, writing lots of letters that contain the same content. It sounds like a "tediously pointless" work. I get tired with each letter written, resisting the pain is a difficulty, so I go out somewhere. I don't know where to go initially, but I have an idea. I go to check up postman Cole's activities. Like I said, it's like a 300-meter walk from my house, so I have no problem going and returning, unless I'm going somewhere out of town and realized that I forgot to bring my wallet. Let's just hope that doesn't happen.
I reached postman Cole's post. He's busy right now, and I approached him.
"Hello, postman Cole!".
"Oh, Mr. Greene, welcome".
"Are those letters from someone else?" I said.
"Yes, they are. Do you want to book in to send letters? Also, three of these letters are for you. After I've done with this, I'm just about to send it to your home".
"Uh, yes, but I'm currently on the progress writing the letters" I said.
"Let's hope you don't write 100 letters like last time, it's some tedious work reading all the addresses. Anyway, about the 100 letter thing, how many people replied to your letter?"
"Around 30 people, but most of these people replied because they actually don't like my letter. But, I'm fine about it because at least they replied".
"How about the few of those?"
"They received my letter positively. They even wanted to meet me personally! Well, since I moved here, I had no friends, so I tried to walk 2 miles to know the addresses".
"That must've been a hard work for you. You shouldn't have written random things. If you made your purpose clear, I think your letter would be received better".
"That's what I wanted to do, but it's just hard to keep it hidden. So, under those random scripts I'm sure some people will know the meaning of the letter".
"Alright, alright, I'll leave that up to you. I hope you can find more friends" Cole said with a smile on his face.
"Thank you, time to go!"
"Wait, the letters!" Cole stopped me, I realized that I forgot something...
"Ah, yes, darn, the letters! My apologies, got to go!"
Postman Cole looks at me funny.
It was awkward. He's a good person, and I don't feel good if those moments haunt me right in my face.
I returned to my house in a 300-meter walk to continue writing my letters, but first I have to read the 3 letters that postman Cole gave me previously.
I'm reading the letters, and turns out they came from the same people that I sent letters to. I thought these people are new ones that only just replied, but I'm mistaken. These people are Roberto De Lero, Victor Andal, and Victoria Andal. I think they want to talk about something, I don't know. But first, I'm reading my Spanish friend's letter.
"Dear Friend,
Something about your past doesn't suit me, and I feel that there is more of Marco Samson than just a great mastermind. I want you to come to the bar and talk about this.
Sign,
Roberto De Lero"
Ah, so he wants to dig deeper into my past and Marco Samson. Like how would I tell him?! I'm not a historian. I wish my grandfather was still alive, and I would take him to Roberto with pleasure. My grandfather didn't tell me a lot of my past and Marco Samson but I guess I'll meet you soon...
I'm reading the second letter by Victor Andal. You know him, the barman with a really polite writing. Be careful, pens are not a mouth, so if one is polite in writing then there is no absolute statement that they will talk like how they write, so I'm still not sure about his policy in writing, but nevermind, I'm reading his letter now without delay.
"Dear Mr. Greene,
I thought it would be good if you can visit the bar at anytime.
Sign,
The Barman"
I will, definitely. Roberto did send me a message to come to the bar, so maybe I'll meet you, but there's one question that quickly scrambles my mind when I got this letter. Why in the world would he send a letter with a paper this wide and a long envelope just to write one sentence, and then quickly end it with the word "Sign" at the bottom?! Like, look at these empty spaces, god, I would save this and cut the empty spaces so I can take it for my own purposes. Of course, writing.
Hey, but he's a nice person, in my opinion. I respect him although we haven't met. His language attached me to respect him so I can't deny that fact.
So this is the last letter by Victoria Andal, the barman's sister. I wonder where she lives, maybe she lives in the bar together with Victor. Well, continue reading.
"Dear Mr. Greene,
Hello, so my brother admires your presence in this area of Atalanta, he said that you're someone that all people can talk to. He really wants to invite you into the bar and see how your face looks like.
Sign,
Victoria Andal"
At least she is better than her brother. So Victor really wants to meet me? He thought I'm friendly, but he never knows that I'm still a mastermind and I can still fight. Since the sister wants me to come as well, alright, I'll come.
Oh, and I missed that "...you're someone that all people can talk to."
I sense hallucination in this sentence. Only 30 out of the hundreds of people that I contacted, replied, but most of them are just messages showing annoyance. So what, do you think I'm the person who all people can talk to? You need to look at a mirror and see who you are, and then borrow me a mirror and see what's wrong inside me.
Anyway, I continue to write the letters since they have to be done. I wrote a letter specifically for Roberto though, and I thought I will send it earlier to postman Cole.
Nah, I think not. I'll write a couple of letters then I'll send Roberto's letter later. I'm starting to fall asleep after finishing the letters for 5 hours.
Awaken from my sleep, I realized that I need to send Roberto's letter, so I take just Roberto's letter and go to postman Cole's post. Anyway, to spare some time, I take peeks at some mailboxes. They're the houses that I actually sent letters to. I look at one of them, and then found a letter inside. It's my letter and it had been pending ever since. I look at some more mailboxes and they still have a pending letter sent by me.
I reached postman Cole's post. I ask him to send just one letter for me.
"Hello, Cole".
"Hello"
"Would you mind sending this letter for me? Do you know Roberto De Lero?"
"Yeah. He's a Spanish living here. I know him for some time, now"
"He was a friend of mine in my time as a mastermind"
"Uh, mastermind? You're a mastermind but loves to play dumb?"
"My intelligence is a heritage. It came from my great grandfather, Marco Samson. Then, my grandfather taught me everything to become a mastermind as a child, because my father has some disabilities. After my grandfather died, I had to work hard as a mastermind. Not just a mastermind, I also had to fight people. Now I can still fight like usual, but I just don't like it"
"How about your intelligence? Why are you masking it here? I believe that with your intelligence you could have accumulated more friends"
"A lot of friends, that makes my activities hard to manage, even with the ease of letters now. My mailbox is going to be overfilled. I don't want to make your work difficult, so it's better that I mask my intelligence in letters"
"How about those hundreds of letters that you sent me?"
"Uh, yeah, I thought that was a difficulty, because it took a month"
"Hey, it's fine, just give me the letter, I know where Roberto lives"
"Alright, man, I'll leave that up to you"
I return again to my home to continue writing the letters. It's no longer a hundred anymore. It's like 50, so it will ease postman Cole's job. The letters are basically the same thing, like how I wrote it when I first moved here and the second time I wrote letters.
I took full-time and it took me a day to write all of those letters. Before sending to Cole, I have to rest after all the time I've consumed, so I wouldn't be tired for the other day. I don't want to stay awake for too long.
I go again to postman Cole's post, bringing the 50 something letters to him. He is surprised as I bring a lot of letters to him.
"Hey, how are you bringing a lot of letters like this?"
"Worry not, this is only like 50"
"Multiply by 2?"
"No, no, really, it's 50"
"Are you sure?"
"God, I'm sure, please trust me!"
"Alright, alright, I know you'll look very intimidating when I play around with your truth"
"So, how much will it take?"
"If there's no queue, it would simply take 10 hours, but I have some queue here, so you have to wait"
"So how much will it take if there are some queue?"
"Like a week or more, depends on how busy I am. I have family businesses as well, so what should I do to resist that?"
"Well, good luck, man"
I returned to my house to wait for the letters to be sent to people. I know, Roberto must've been waiting for me, but I just don't know where his house is, so I just wrote the name, and it turned out that Cole knew him for some time. How about Victor and Victoria Andal? Why did I forget about them? I think it's because of the meeting with Roberto in a bar, so I simply thought that I could meet the brothers and sisters while I'm talking with Roberto.

Note from author: At the dialogue, I do not write who says this and that. This is because I portray the characters deep, but with simplicity. You should know who it is just by reading their talking.
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