CHAPTER THREE

 

Annie is horribly damaged by life.
She believes she cannot be loved.
Then Bud becomes her pen pal
and love finds them both...
in one way or another.

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Written Saturday, May 15, 2004

 Dear Annie,

I regret to inform you that two weeks ago Bennie was hit by a car while walking home from work. He did not survive. I am sorry for your loss and offer you my condolences.

Sincerely,

Lawrence Wallace

 

After printing it, I found an oversized envelope, addressed it by hand, included Annie’s unopened last letter to Bennie, put three stamps on it just in case, and took it to the mailbox. Duty done. Nap time.

Three weeks later another letter arrived from her, only this time it was addressed to me.

Picking up the mail was a chore I had come to dread since Bennie’s death. The pile usually contained one of three things – junk mail, bills, and sympathy cards. The junk mail was easy. I threw it all away, unopened. The bills weren’t much harder. Those I paid. It was the sympathy cards that gave me trouble. They were sent with love, but each one reminded me of my best friend’s death and the pain I was trying to forget.

As annoying as they were, however, the junk mail, bills, and cards were expected. Annie’s letter wasn’t.

 

Received Saturday, June 5, 2004

Dear Bud,

I hope its okey to call you bud because Bennie said that is your name not Lawrence although Lawrence is but he said you go by bud.

I am so sorry that Bennie was killd. He was a good freind. I liked talking with him alot in writing. I will miss his letters. Can you tell me how he died? He told me about you he said you were his best friend and all that. How did you and him meet is it a good story? I like to know this. Rite back soon.

Thank you,

Annie

 ps – thanks for sending back my unopened letter, but you could a read it, that woud be okey.

 

The quality of her letter surprised me. Though I had witnessed Annie’s accident and had been with Bennie when he saved her life, I had never met her or read anything she had written. Bennie, nice guy to the core, hadn’t talked much about her or the letters, and I had never asked. I didn’t care. However, I had always assumed she was in Bennie’s league, an equal in intelligence, which is why he stayed in touch with her all those years. This letter proved that assumption false.

Her spelling was juvenile, her punctuation was sporadic, and her sentence structure was a hodgepodge of elementary levels. As near as I could tell, she was sporting a low seventies IQ, and that was being generous.

And ‘rite back soon’? Really? I hadn’t planned on ‘riting’ back ever. I dumped her response in the garbage with the junk mail and took myself around the corner and down three blocks to Dave’s Bar and grill. Dave’s had the best fish and chips in town, and their menus were written at a higher grade-level than Annie’s letter.

But that wasn’t the end of it. Six weeks later she wrote me again.

 

Received Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Dear Bud,

I haven’t herd from you yet because I guess you’v been busy being sad and work and all. It’s okey. I know how hard it is to lose someone. I saw a bald eagle today with white tail and head, he was beautiful. It filled me with joy and also jealous because I wish I could fly so free. Kind a like Bennie is now. Have you visited his grave? Is he barried there near by? Maybe you could take pictures of it and send to me. Are you a hangar man like Bennie was? Hangars are kind a boring but Bennie made them sound fun. Don’t you love lilaks? There are blooming everywhere where I live here. Rite back when you can.

Annie

Evidently, my non-response to her last letter was too delicate a hint. It was time to be more direct. Grabbing pen and paper, I jotted down the perfect brush-off. 

Sent Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Annie,

I appreciate your interest in writing to me, but I have no desire to replace Bennie in your life. I am neither looking for a pen pal now nor hoping to find one in the future. Have a good life.

Lawrence Wallace

Feeling downright smug, I stuffed that letter into an envelope, slapped the stamp onto the corner, and marched straight out to the mailbox. I felt as though I’d just played a tennis match and took the final game with straight aces. I even swaggered a little as I walked away from the box. Telling her to ‘have a good life’ was going to shut her down solid. I should have written that on my first letter.

Three weeks passed after my masterful brushoff. Life was now fully set into a new normal and the memory of Bennie no longer burned my soul. I became melancholy on occasion, especially on beer and pizza nights, but my relationship with Jolene was taking firm root, and she could put beer and pizza away almost as well as Bennie.

Business was great as well. Though we experienced a slight dip in orders after Bennie died, it bounced back quickly. Nobody could keep track of numbers like he did, and our customers missed him, too. He wasn’t much for in-person stuff, but he was great on the phone. Often, when I had struck out with a potential customer, Bennie would give them a call and nice-guy them right into a contract. Those customers stayed loyal to us after he passed, submitting bigger orders than normal in tribute.

I came home from work a little early one Friday night so I could shower, change clothes, and grab Jolene for a fancy dinner at one of the trendy night clubs in downtown Spokane. On the way inside, I stopped for the mail, as usual. On top of the pile was another letter from Annie.

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