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:: Monday, August 13, 2007 ::

FYI: I hate you

It would have been entirely keeping with his sense of humour if he had warned her on the envelope to be seated before she read its contents.

He hadn't. But she had to, once she read his letter.

The trembling of her hand had not subsided the second time the letter was read. Nor were the words any different - they continued to glaringly exist, black chicken scratches barely keeping to the neat lines on the foolscap paper, her husband's unmistakable handwriting. He'd even used that smudgy pen she kept telling him to throw away. Typical - he had never listened to her good advice. Not about the smoking, or the drinking.

At any rate, being right was a cold comfort.

Receiving the letter in itself was already startling, considering he'd been dead for a month. He had probably left instructions with his lawyer to send her this letter posthumously. Instructions regarding his will, she had thought, and left it at that. In fact, it'd lain unopened on the oak dining room table for a few days before she thought to sit herself down and read it over a cup of tea.

That now lay cold beside her hand on the dining table, half-filled and untouched. She had sat down at the table abruptly after her eyes carelessly scanned through the first few sentences and spotted a few important words. Words that demanded one's fullest attention and response. It was fortunate that she wasn't given to hysterics. Still, the letter had thrown her.

It was on her lap, loosely held in her other hand. But she no longer had the strength to look at it. She sat there, numbed, staring into the empty living room, lips pressed tightly together, and watched as shadows lengthened, and the afternoon faded to night.

She never wished more than then that she had a cigarette. Or a drink.

:: And that's all she wrote 10:38 PM [+] ::
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