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.
Every few days I will post a little more.
Soon you will be able to read it all.
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what happens between Annie and Bud,
(and I hope you can't!)
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And now, today's post:
CHAPTER SIX
Part 2
Written Sunday, April 3, 2005
You don’t need to worry about Jolene. She reads your letters and
wants to meet you too. I’m not being unfaithful to her, though I appreciate
your concern and your morals. It tells me you are a person of integrity and
quality. Jolene is hoping to get a picture of you with me, so she suggested
this: I take you AND your sister and brother-in-law out to dinner so you aren’t
uncomfortable. Deal? I’m asking for the sale here, because that’s what good
salesmen do.
Here in Spokane we have no snow at all anymore, and the winter
wheat is already 9 inches high. It’s not quite up to an elephant’s eye, as the
song says, but then again the song was about corn.
I made it to three more of the western states, which brings my
total up to seven. Only 43 more to go. Piece of cake. While I’m in Boston I
figure I’ll make a call or two in neighboring states. Maybe Connecticut and
Delaware. No NYC for me this year, though. That will have to wait.
I hope you enjoyed your Easter. Make sure you tell me all about
it when you write me next.
I, of course, was in my home church at sunrise on Easter Sunday
and then at my mother’s table for a lovely Easter brunch with half the
congregation immediately thereafter.
He is Risen Tag!
Bud
Received Thursday, April 21, 2005
Dear Bud,
No! Do not come to visit me! Why did you ruin it? I think we
had something good until this. I am so sad. Please don’t visit me. If you care
at all stay away!
Annie
Written Sunday, April 24, 2005
I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to pressure you. If you don’t want
to see me, I won’t come visit you. I’ve enjoyed our correspondences too much to
risk blowing it on a rash desire. If it’s just that you are a little camera
shy, I can understand that. No need to worry, I won’t bring my camera. If you
really don’t want to meet, we won’t. Just don’t stop sending me your
delightful, life-affirming letters.
I’m also sorry I upset you too much for you to tell me about your
Easter. Please write me again and tell me how yours went.
As for mine, here’s a little more detail. The choir did a cantata
by someone I’ve never heard of, and it was breathtakingly beautiful. We have a
great choir and they worked hard on it. My mother’s annual Easter after-church
feast was really more a potluck, as it always is, and it was a rousing success.
It’s four weeks later and my freezer is still crammed with leftovers. Every
little old lady there insisted I take their dish home because I have no wife to
take care of me. It was pity pampering and I’m not complaining. I’m eating well
because of it.
On the work side of things, I hit two more of the western 11
states and that means I have only two to go until I will be forced to cross
into the Midwest region. My world conquest on behalf of Wallace hangers is
rolling right along!
Steamroller Tag!
Bud
Written Friday, May 20, 2005
Your May letter never arrived. It probably got lost in the mail.
It happens. I’ll just have to make do until your June letter comes.
Speaking of June, my trip is scheduled for the last week of said
month, so I won’t be able to write you and tell you about the trip until my
July letter. The weatherman’s six-week forecast says the weather in Boston is
going to be great come the end of June. How accurate do you think that is?
All eleven western states have been tamed now, and I lassoed one
in the mid-west. Yeehaw! I’m heading to Texas next week and I’ll be there for
five days. We have lots of customers in Texas. Who knew that Texas had clothing
factories?
That’s all for now. I’ll look forward to your next letter.
Get Along Little Doggie Tag!
Bud
Written Friday, June 24, 2005
Annie? I didn’t get your letter again. Have I lost you as a pen pal? If I hurt you, please forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Please write back. I leave for Boston in two days. I’ll read your letter when I get home.
Worried tag,
Bud
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