Love letters straight from the past …
Just reading a couple makes me feel odd; the sentiments expressed here, written ten years before I was born, are the reason I exist.
My Darling Robert …
And so I say to a friend, ‘Here’s the thing. Someone is interested in writing a biography of my father and I found these love letters before my parents were married, nothing salacious just rather sweet. Should I …?’
She cuts me short, ‘Oh yes, I found some of those between my parents and I spoke to my brother about it. He said they’ve got nothing to do with us, so I threw them away.’
[My hands come to my cheeks, my mouth opens; too late I realize that, right in front of her, I am enacting Munch’s scream.]
On one, my mother has sketched her wedding dress
My father’s to her are wrapped in blue ribbon
A month or so later, in other company, I say, ‘Here’s the thing …’ and then another friend leans forward and bellows, ‘Of course you should.’ He’s practically shouting at me, ‘… because you want the biographer to know the TRUTH …’ and then, as if speaking to a child, he spells the word out: ‘T-R-U-T-H.’
Oh, that, I think, that slippery old eel.
I want to smother you with kisses.
Is that really you?