A Letter and a Phone Call
Leslie had a strange feeling when he took the envelope from Caroline and settled himself in the living room. Good news or bad, you never knew these days with the damned war on. “It’s postmarked, Khartoum. That’s in Africa, right? And the letter was posted over ten days ago. A carrier pigeon would have got it here quicker.”
“Damn it, Les, get on with it. I’m dying to know what he’s up to.”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“I’m in the dark same as you. Open it!”
Leslie immediately recognized Edward’s handwriting, the curious slant to the letters, a few crossings out, as he was wont to do when he thought of a better way to phrase something. “Dearest Les,” he read aloud, “miss you like mad. My nights are dreary. I really long for your…oh dear, this part’s just for me.”
