It was a nice breezy day. The sky was partly covered by clouds making the sunlight vanish and reappear. For the past half hour Beverly watched as the courtyard grew dark then light, dark then light. The parchment on her lap was still empty and the tip of her quill was probably drying up.

How does one write a letter in which there are a million words to be said but none of them are perfect enough. 'I miss you' fit just perfectly, but how lame of a letter would that make? A waste of parchment. Even worse considering how much Jeremiah had written.

Maybe she'd just write those three words in LARGE print so it won't look so stupid, but...the idea itself was stupid.

Sigh. Writing letters sucked.