Post by FIONA "FANNY" PRICE on Mar 28, 2012 15:38:59 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, so these are basically Fiona's letters home. She keeps her email logged into her laptop, so if someone were to find all of these, then they could reply easily, but seeing as the people she's writing to aren't on the site, it basically just functions as a journal.
Austenfan63@gmail.com
To: susan.price@boston.k12.ma.us.edu
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Subject: Checking in
Hey Susie!
I know it’s been a while since my last email- sorry for the wait. I’ve been really busy. You’ll never believe what I’ve gotten up to- but I’ll save that for later.
I got the pictures you sent me from Valentine’s Day. Your dress was really cute, Suse- you get better and better with that sewing machine every year. I know you’re only supposed to be reshelving those bolts of fabric at JoAnn’s, but they need to have you teach classes, sweetie, you’re a genius with cloth. I wish you could come here to Manhattan some day- there’s this great designer fabric store called Mood in the fashion district, I know you’d love it. I miss you so much.
I can’t believe Will got accepted into the Naval Academy! Well, of course he did, he’s a genius, but still. That’s a fantastic accomplishment- I’m sending him an email too, as soon as I finish yours.
I guess it’s probably time to tell you what I’ve been up to the past few weeks. Did you read the article on Yahoo about the Library Murder? I had something to do with that. No, Susie, it’s not what you’re thinking, I didn’t do it- but I was there in the library when that little girl found the bodies. The police told everyone who was in the building to stay put- no one could come in or out, so I was stuck there for a few hours. And I ran into a friend!
I haven’t told you about my friend the detective, have I? He’s a very nice man, very quiet. I don’t normally talk much, but around him I feel like such a chatterbox. I guess I’m just used to others talking, to people filling up the silence. So when he won’t talk, I feel like I should. I’m babbling. Anyway, we met when he ducked into the China Mug during a storm, and we got to talking. He has a daughter named Dolores- I haven’t met her, but he hasn’t seen her in ages. You see, he and Dolores’s mother are divorced, so he doesn’t get to see her often. I like him, Susie, an awful lot- I could pretend he was my uncle while I was talking to him. He reminds me how much I miss all of you. But at any rate, he was assigned to the case, and I got a chance to help out a little. I’m not half bad at analyzing what I see- but I’m absolute rubbish at everything else, Suse, it was awful. I’ve read too many detective stories, so now I keep looking for dramatic explanations of what happened. But I did learn quite a bit.
I suppose it’s rather macabre, isn’t it? Anyway, Inspector Lestrade doesn’t seem to think too much less of me for my inability to solve crimes.
I also had the chance to meet a girl in the library the other day. Her name is Ling Ling Dongfeng- she’s a published author. And she’s my age! Can you believe it? It’s incredible- she’s fluent in Chinese and in English, and enough that she can write in both languages. To think, I’ve been in New York for this many years and I still haven’t met another writer- until now. I like Ling Ling, very much. And I trust her, too. Enough that I gave her the Book.
She’s been giving me critiques on my story, or at least on what she’s seen so far. At first I was nervous- I mean, you know the Book is my baby- but she feels like someone I can trust, and she’s definitely someone I like. And guess what? She says she’ll ask her publisher to look at it!
It’s like a dream, Suse. I just wish I could have you here, too. I miss you!
Love you always,
Fiona
Austenfan63@gmail.com
To: susan.price@boston.k12.ma.us.edu
CC:
BCC:
Subject: Checking in
Hey Susie!
I know it’s been a while since my last email- sorry for the wait. I’ve been really busy. You’ll never believe what I’ve gotten up to- but I’ll save that for later.
I got the pictures you sent me from Valentine’s Day. Your dress was really cute, Suse- you get better and better with that sewing machine every year. I know you’re only supposed to be reshelving those bolts of fabric at JoAnn’s, but they need to have you teach classes, sweetie, you’re a genius with cloth. I wish you could come here to Manhattan some day- there’s this great designer fabric store called Mood in the fashion district, I know you’d love it. I miss you so much.
I can’t believe Will got accepted into the Naval Academy! Well, of course he did, he’s a genius, but still. That’s a fantastic accomplishment- I’m sending him an email too, as soon as I finish yours.
I guess it’s probably time to tell you what I’ve been up to the past few weeks. Did you read the article on Yahoo about the Library Murder? I had something to do with that. No, Susie, it’s not what you’re thinking, I didn’t do it- but I was there in the library when that little girl found the bodies. The police told everyone who was in the building to stay put- no one could come in or out, so I was stuck there for a few hours. And I ran into a friend!
I haven’t told you about my friend the detective, have I? He’s a very nice man, very quiet. I don’t normally talk much, but around him I feel like such a chatterbox. I guess I’m just used to others talking, to people filling up the silence. So when he won’t talk, I feel like I should. I’m babbling. Anyway, we met when he ducked into the China Mug during a storm, and we got to talking. He has a daughter named Dolores- I haven’t met her, but he hasn’t seen her in ages. You see, he and Dolores’s mother are divorced, so he doesn’t get to see her often. I like him, Susie, an awful lot- I could pretend he was my uncle while I was talking to him. He reminds me how much I miss all of you. But at any rate, he was assigned to the case, and I got a chance to help out a little. I’m not half bad at analyzing what I see- but I’m absolute rubbish at everything else, Suse, it was awful. I’ve read too many detective stories, so now I keep looking for dramatic explanations of what happened. But I did learn quite a bit.
I suppose it’s rather macabre, isn’t it? Anyway, Inspector Lestrade doesn’t seem to think too much less of me for my inability to solve crimes.
I also had the chance to meet a girl in the library the other day. Her name is Ling Ling Dongfeng- she’s a published author. And she’s my age! Can you believe it? It’s incredible- she’s fluent in Chinese and in English, and enough that she can write in both languages. To think, I’ve been in New York for this many years and I still haven’t met another writer- until now. I like Ling Ling, very much. And I trust her, too. Enough that I gave her the Book.
She’s been giving me critiques on my story, or at least on what she’s seen so far. At first I was nervous- I mean, you know the Book is my baby- but she feels like someone I can trust, and she’s definitely someone I like. And guess what? She says she’ll ask her publisher to look at it!
It’s like a dream, Suse. I just wish I could have you here, too. I miss you!
Love you always,
Fiona
