Dex wrote to his sister every week, filling one or more sheets of paper with drawings and anecdotes. His activities with the delectable Eloïse Fortrose weren’t something he could tell her, so instead he wrote: Dearest Fleabee, this week it rained a lot.
Dearest Fleabee, this week it rained a lot.Beneath that he sketched a dandy strolling along Piccadilly. He gave the man an absurdly pinched waist, padded shoulders, and a very tall hat. Behind him, he drew the bay windows of Hatchard’s bookshop.
In front of the dandy, Dex drew an innocent seeming puddle.
That filled one page.
On the other side, he left space to write Phoebe’s direction. Below that, he drew Piccadilly and Hatchard’s again. All that could be seen of the dandy was his head emerging from the puddle. Dex sketched in dripping
