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Blanche pulled the desk drawer open and selected two pieces of writing paper. Blue with a gold edging. Paper that was a pleasure to write on.
Naomi had urged her to write, and William had almost commanded it. Well, Blanche would do it, but on her own terms. She’d write like she was writing to a friend. There’d been so many lies, so many things unsaid. She might not have the courage to say them all, but she was determined to write them.
Dear William,
By now you will be on Lord Howe Island. I wonder what you are making of it.
You asked me to write, and Mum thinks it’s a good idea. I’m not so sure, but I’m not willing to give up on our marriage. I made promises and I intend to keep them, with the Lord’s help.
Who was this new woman? Maybe she should have been writing letters all thes
