XIV. Mum's Letter

'Dear Polly, I would advise you to sit down in a good nice armchair and make sure you will not fall down reading this letter. Now, when you are ready, I continue.

Perhaps you remember I have written to you earlier this year that my son met a nice girl in London who is a foreigner and a work as a model for one of the most respectable agencies in the capital. Well, last weekend they visited us here.

I must add, Robin had warned me in advance not to be shocked when I would see his new passion, but failed to detail what exactly he had meant. I did not know what to think and just tried not to be surprise whoever I was about to meet. However, nothing worked.

When they came over, I nearly fainted. I most certainly would if George wouldn't hold me. I cannot describe here what I saw, dear Polly.

This woman is one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen, and you know, I am not a person that would easily say anything like this. But she is gorgeous. However, she is even taller than Robin's ex-wife - do you remember that selfish long fish that only was attracted to my son's bright career? So, this girl (her name is Breta, she is a Swede) is not just taller than her, but much, much taller. You will not believe me, but it is true: her legs are as tall as the whole me! It is not a joke or exaggeration; I did ask her, she stands 7 feet 11.5 inches tall! I am sure, she is the tallest human being on Earth.

As you could easily guess, George at once fell in love with Robin's girlfriend. I always knew, he was attracted to a tall women (and you probably remember his romance with that bitch waitress who was a head taller than him), so I pretended that I didn't notice his attempts to stand as close to Breta as he could whenever he could. Of course, I didn't tell him, but he looked just ridiculously short in comparison: his top of head didn't even come up to her hips. If it happened 10 or 15 years ago, I would most certainly become jealous, but now he's a weak man 40 years older than her, and besides, she is his son's fiancee, therefore I only laughed to myself and didn't say nothing.

And yes, Robin apparently is considering proposing her. I had a word with him privately, and he admitted that. I agreed she was stunning and very clever, kind and open minded person, but way too tall for him, and it would not be easy to catch an odd looks every time they would go out. He just said, it was rubbish, and he did not care what would other people think. The only think that matters, he said, was their love. 'Do you think,' he said, 'that despite her great personality Breta must live all her life alone just because she is very tall? I think, it would be unfair. Yes,' he told me, 'she is unusually tall, but I do love her, and she loves me, we are happy together and could make the best couple in the world.'

And you know Polly, apart from the height difference, they surely would. I could not argue, and just gave him my blessing. So did George.

They has not planned their wedding yet, in the matter of the fact, Robin had not even proposed Breta, but my intuition tells me, you and me must be preparing for the ceremony...

With this good news (tall news, my dear Polly!) let me finish my letter. Come and see us here as soon as you can, our door is always open for the old good friend.

Please, take care on your health and good luck.

Yours truly,

Elizabeth.'