The day was muggy, but a bit overcast as well. Still, it didn't feel like thunder to Harry -- more like it was just going to be one of those days, and if a storm did roll in, it wouldn't be until late.
His left shoulder was terribly stiff, but not unbearable and it felt and looked no worse than it had before, so it wasn't showing any signs of infection. He kept it bound a little longer than he did his chest -- that was healing fine, and he doubted that it would be longer than a week and a half before those marks were just new scars.
His nerves were still ragged, and he knew he needed rest. Just... rest, to try to put his life back on the course he wanted it to be on, instead of out of control like it had been for a very long time. He'd rested quite a bit the day before, and planned on relaxing today as well -- he knew he had a lot of thinking to do, and even though it still galled him sometimes, he knew he had emotional limits that were different now than before.
So, he sat down at the kitchen table with some tea and some fruit salad, and penned a letter. He was close enough to the city that it would get there before nightfall, and he figured that even if he wasn't steady enough to deal with the city itself, he could at least write to one of the rocks that kept him going while he was there.
When he finished, he handed the letter off to Archie to drop off at the Hennings Beach post office while Archie was out exercising Seaton.
Then he went and grabbed a good book, and settled in to read.
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To: Ms. Sarah Smith
C/O The Maritime Tavern
1801 Eastern Drive
Rhy'Din, Rhy'Din
From: Mr. Harold Lowe
P.O. Box 26
Hennings Beach, Rhy'Din
Dear Sarah,
Well, I said I would write, and so here I am. I figured that you'd still be at the Maritime, though if you decide to change your address, please let me know what it is?
I'm doing all right. Shoulder is still sore, but my chest is all right. I wanted to thank you again for taking care of me; I think I needed someone who knew me to keep an eye on me, and it means a lot that you did.
It's very quiet here, which is nice. I think I'm going to try to get ahold of a chest freezer and start stocking up on things for our cookout. We can make a whole day of it, and catch up more properly, where we're not rushed to deal with problems as they happen.
How is the Maritime treating you? Archie agrees that it's perfectly fine if you want to open and try to make some money. Hell, if you like it enough, maybe we can just turn it over to you, as neither of us really intend to come back. Though, I think it would be a shame myself if you gave up ranching for good -- you've such a talent for it.
Speaking of, how is Everett? I hope he's being a gentleman for you.
Anyway, I think I may have to stop back in the city in a few more days and see if I can track down Johnny -- if he hasn't found a doctor by now to pull those stitches, I'll have to do it. When I do, I'll make certain to track you down.
Until then, though, take good care of yourself. And write back when you have the time.
Love,
Harold
His left shoulder was terribly stiff, but not unbearable and it felt and looked no worse than it had before, so it wasn't showing any signs of infection. He kept it bound a little longer than he did his chest -- that was healing fine, and he doubted that it would be longer than a week and a half before those marks were just new scars.
His nerves were still ragged, and he knew he needed rest. Just... rest, to try to put his life back on the course he wanted it to be on, instead of out of control like it had been for a very long time. He'd rested quite a bit the day before, and planned on relaxing today as well -- he knew he had a lot of thinking to do, and even though it still galled him sometimes, he knew he had emotional limits that were different now than before.
So, he sat down at the kitchen table with some tea and some fruit salad, and penned a letter. He was close enough to the city that it would get there before nightfall, and he figured that even if he wasn't steady enough to deal with the city itself, he could at least write to one of the rocks that kept him going while he was there.
When he finished, he handed the letter off to Archie to drop off at the Hennings Beach post office while Archie was out exercising Seaton.
Then he went and grabbed a good book, and settled in to read.
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To: Ms. Sarah Smith
C/O The Maritime Tavern
1801 Eastern Drive
Rhy'Din, Rhy'Din
From: Mr. Harold Lowe
P.O. Box 26
Hennings Beach, Rhy'Din
Dear Sarah,
Well, I said I would write, and so here I am. I figured that you'd still be at the Maritime, though if you decide to change your address, please let me know what it is?
I'm doing all right. Shoulder is still sore, but my chest is all right. I wanted to thank you again for taking care of me; I think I needed someone who knew me to keep an eye on me, and it means a lot that you did.
It's very quiet here, which is nice. I think I'm going to try to get ahold of a chest freezer and start stocking up on things for our cookout. We can make a whole day of it, and catch up more properly, where we're not rushed to deal with problems as they happen.
How is the Maritime treating you? Archie agrees that it's perfectly fine if you want to open and try to make some money. Hell, if you like it enough, maybe we can just turn it over to you, as neither of us really intend to come back. Though, I think it would be a shame myself if you gave up ranching for good -- you've such a talent for it.
Speaking of, how is Everett? I hope he's being a gentleman for you.
Anyway, I think I may have to stop back in the city in a few more days and see if I can track down Johnny -- if he hasn't found a doctor by now to pull those stitches, I'll have to do it. When I do, I'll make certain to track you down.
Until then, though, take good care of yourself. And write back when you have the time.
Love,
Harold