TITLE: A Year and a Day: A Short Interlude
AUTHOR: jenn
EMAIL: jenn@igg-tx.net
May 1, Harlingen
Dear Madam,
One of our staff located the enclosed envelope under the bed in one of our suites. As you were the intended recipient, I'm sending it to you COD. I am glad we could be of service and hope you will consider Motel 8 for all your travel needs.
Sincerely, Johnathan Myers
Manager, Motel 8, Harlingen
May 15, Rio de Janeiro
I'm fine. Expect a letter next week.
Erin Costevas
May 22, Cancun
I need a favor. May 26, 2 AM your time--take your cell phone to the grocery store on tenth street--I need money. Don't tell anyone, ever, Jubes. I mean it, never. When I call, I'll tell you who to wire it to. Please, don't ask me anything--I have a problem and I gotta solve it here. This is being overnighted to you--my hosts are being very helpful.
I'm sorry--I don't have time to explain. Just do it. Please. I'm depending on this.
Erin Costevas
June 1, Harlingen
Dear Jubilee,
I'm trying to think of something to say. I'm sorry, I know you've been worried since I called. God--it's just that--
I'm okay now, okay? Tell the Professor--tell everyone I'm fine. I am. I just--look, I'll write later. Just tell everyone not to worry--I have a little problem I gotta fix, you see. When I'm done, I'll write again. If you're thinking about telling them to come get me, forget it. I'm gone the second this thing hits a mailbox, so don't follow. When I'm done, I'll explain, I promise.
I'm not sure if you got my last letter from Harlingen. If you did--well, it's complex. I'm sorry--I know you want more, but right now, I just can't.
Marie
June 12, San Antonio
I'm okay. Don't worry. Tell everyone I'm--busy. Just busy, doing stuff.
Elizabeth Andrews
June 15, Austin
Still fine. I picked up the trail--I'm sorry, I just can't--I can't write it yet. He's heading north and I am too. I miss you.
Elizabeth Andrews
June 23, San Francisco
Dear Jubilee,
I'm off to the next city in forty minutes--but I know you want me to write every week, so I'm sending this out now. I swear, I'll write when--when I can get it down. I promise. Give everyone my love and tell them I miss them.
God, Jubes, everything changed. I'm sorry--I wish I could explain, but I just can't. But I'm fine. I wouldn't lie to you. Okay? Don't worry.
Marie Summers