Bright red finger nails clicked against the old fashioned typewriter keys as she worked with great familiarity, glancing up every now and then to check the words inked on the delicate paper in the machine.

Dear Rick,

Welcome to Rhydin! How are you faring? I hope that you are settling into the new shop and into town with the greatest of ease. Isn?t it such a change from everywhere else? Where the mystical is normal and monsters roam free, but the missing person?s files number in the thousands! Though there may be a disturbing amount of those involved in vigilante justice, the good news is that most of the populace can afford the necessary rates and cover excessive expense accounts. Most people appear to have money pouring out of their ears, which is not an ailment that I?ve heard anyone complain about just yet.

Soon you must come and visit my office (my boss is a silly chimp, but I have a beautiful view of the water in the distance) and afterwards I can show you around town if you or Quinn are interested. The Marketplace is a wonderful venue, and you really can find just about anything there. There may very well be a shop where you can dream things up and they appear. It may move locations, so I will check and ask around.

As for myself, I mentioned the chimp, who is, yes in fact a chimpanzee (and deaf too)! But he signs quite well when he remembers to, and as long as I can keep him in bananas then he does not shriek and shout. He is not as much of a handful as my last boss, who was a troll (literally.) The temp agency in this city though does allow me to meet all kinds of interesting people! I’m sure you?ll soon begin to the feel the same way about your clients and customers.

Please stay out of trouble; I know how it likes to find you.

Give Quinn my best!

Your?s truly,

Mary Marlowe


Pulling the sheet of stationary carefully from the typewriter, mindful to not smudge the ink, the woman folded it gently into envelope addressed to Spade and Heartt Detective Agency and sealed it. When her hands were washed of the typewriter?s ink, Mary picked up her coat to slip it on and head out the door to drop the letter in the mail box.

It was not long after the credits began rolling that Mary was sliding a piece of stationary into her trusty typewriter and the rapid fire of the keys started going off. Though her typing was rushed with a flurry of her fingers as she expelled her emotions to one of her dearest friends, her fingers remained skilled and accurate.

Dear Bob,

I am still in the second season of Lost Girl on Netflix, and I just have to say: I cannot stand Lauren! Or Ciara! I refuse to feel guilty over her girlfriend being in a coma or cursed or whatever she is! Bo simply needs to wake up and stop letting Lauren string her along, feelings or not! That is not a love triangle that you want to be in. No love triangle is one that you wish to be in!

And Ciara! While she is a very lovely woman, gentle and kind ?and I don?t wish for her to die in a fire or something horrible because it sounds as though the woman has been through enough ?I would very much like her to simply meet another nice rich Fae man and ride off into the sunset. Away from Dyson. Far away from Dyson. So far away that maybe she is in another Universe. Not only does she deserve someone who does not keep secrets from her and is open about his life, but Dyson is not right for her!

Dyson is right for Bo!!! And Bo is right for Dyson!!!

These ridiculous writers and their need to make things complicated. Don?t they know that some of us viewers would like happy endings?!

Hale as always is a treat. It is wonderful to see my kind portrayed with style and class. (Clearly the writers can get some things correct!)

I do really think this is one of the more enjoyable shows that we?ve watched. I am almost ashamed to say that it took as long as it did for it to pop up on our radar to see.

Hugs and Kisses!

Your's Truly,

Mary Marlowe

p.s. Go Team Dyson!

A bit of a huff as her fingers finally slowed down and Mary gave a bit of a sigh. There now, she always felt much better when she vented a little. Carefully pulling the stationary from the typewriter, she let the ink drink while she readied an envelope to be sent to the basement of the ?King of Clubs? Magic Shop and the demigod who resided there.

The bottle of wine that Rick and Quinn had sent was supposed to be saved for when she visited Bob and they shared dozens and dozens of chocolate chip cookies, car bomb cupcakes and the decadent molten chocolate lava cakes with fudge on top. But surely her dear sweet dearest friend Bobby wouldn?t have minded that she opened the bottle and emptied it herself as she continued on through the old season of Lost Girl! It took her longer to type out the letter on her old-fashioned typewriter, and the only clue that she was three sheets to the wind was the tone of her letter, she was still exact in her typing.

Dearest Sparkles,

I am so excited with how the rest of the season is turning out! I am still in season two of course, but I simply had to write you before I neared the end of it all. Kenzi finally gets some action and the human boy is so adorably cute! How precious is he really?! Saving a poem she wrote about him when she was six years old? And then him turning it into a song?!

Also, what in bloody hell is Dyson doing?!?!!!!! While I am terribly thrilled that Ciara is gone, I have no clue why he would go off tearing off Hale?s little sisters clothing in the middle of when he was supposed to be WORKING! Not that Dyson in some sort of state of undress is unappealing mind you, but he really should be doing that sort of thing with Bo, not some random horrible aristocrat! No offense to poor sweet Hale of course. Although I have to say when he jumped on that motorcycle and drove off I was terribly thrilled for some reason. Who am I kidding; I was thrilled because it involved Dyson. I am biased, as you are with Vex. I know. I am hesitant to agree with you on the Vex and Dyson relationship, but if it involves the both of them naked, I will still watch incessantly.

AND THIS RYAN FELLOW!?! HELLO.

I am quite sure that there is at least one loki in this town, and this show makes me desperately want to find them. Perhaps I have had too much wine. Perhaps I simply do not care that they will obviously turn my world upside down and inside out because of their constant mischief. Sometimes, that is all that a woman needs. I am happy to see his part with Bo and that she was victim to his ways. Because obviously, every girl loves a good bad boy. ?But he was still a massive jerk to Kenzi and her boyfriend. What was his name again? He?s adorable. I would like to keep him in my pocket. Or like a teddy bear to squeeze and nuzzle.

I?ll be by on Tuesday so we can watch the season two finale together! I know this wonderful bakery that just moved to the Wonder Plex, so I will pick up what they have that day. Be hungry sweetie!

Xoxo!

Your?s Truly,

Mary Marlowe

The stationary was wiped out of the typewriter quickly and folded up with a quick kiss to the envelope as she sealed it and set it out for the mailman to pick up in the morning. Next up was a thank you card for Rick and Quinn. They were so thoughtful to send her favorite bottle of wine.

Hot pink, with a single glittery accent ring fingernail clicked against her typewriter keys as Mary hummed to herself. Every so often she paused, distracted by the color as it was growing on her, and the silver glitter sparkled in the light beautifully.

Dear Rick,

How are you and Quinn doing? Bobby said that you and Quinn had some trouble at the shop? So soon? Did something follow you here? You know that I am full of questions, so expect to be assaulted with all of them the next time I see you. And please be careful, you know how I worry. Perhaps I will go back to carrying an oversized purse so I can hide little tommy in there.

Once again, the flowers were beautiful and the wine was divine. I confess I had intended to share it, but after a rather trying day at work (the market was out of bananas and my boss Mr. Bubbles went ballistic) I confess I opened it up and enjoyed it all! You may have received a rather confusing thank you card shortly after that as well ?I don?t recall signing it and my typewriter had to be fixed the following morning. I simply wasn?t in my right mind. It was as though I was another person altogether!

We all need moments like that I suppose.

Rick, you often feel old and cranky. But should I remind you that it is merely the weather? It has been frightfully cold for far too long, it makes me miss Miami all the much more! Give me sunshine and give me sandy beaches!

Do I need to remind you that Valentine?s Day is coming up? I wouldn?t want you to forget like that one time?

I will be stopping by soon! Let me know if you need anything.

Yours truly,

Mary Marlowe

This time, she was mindful to sign the letter and slip it into the carefully addressed envelope to be delivered to the Spade and Heartt Detective Agency. When she dropped it into her mailbox for the postman to pick up later, her laughter, like light chiming bells, could be heard when she discovered a valentine waiting for her. Oh Sparkles! You shouldn?t have.

The clatter and rattle of Mary?s typewriter echoed in her apartment as she shared the great news of her afternoon. Or rather, what she hoped would be great news of a new job for herself there in RhyDin.

Dear Quinn,

You?ll never guess what I discovered while I was going through town today. They are currently hiring members for the Coast Guard! Since the temp agency has not found me a new position just yet, I sent in an application. How perfect would that be for me, right? A Siren on the seas! Pirates perishing at the mere sight of me!

I think I may have been hanging out with Sparkles too much, I am beginning to speak like him.

I will certainly keep you and Rick posted on if I get the position. Do you know anything about Vice Admiral, Jesse? Hopefully they are less difficult than poor deaf Mr. Bubbles. Perhaps I should go prepared with a bushel of bananas, just in case. Let me know if you have any suggestions!

If I get the job, I?ll be sure to stop by the fish market regularly for fresh fish for the kitties! And I?ll bring some champagne so we can celebrate properly!

Yours Truly,

Mary Marlowe

Quick to share the news, but having a great fondness for letters, Mary was swift to address the envelope to Quinn at the Spade and Heartt Detective Agency.

The rapid fire clatter of her trusty typewriter sounded off as Mary, in a fury, rushed out a letter to her dear friend and partner in television watching, Bob. Anxiety and nervousness ran high in her blood and twitched in her fingers with every punched in key.

Dear Bobby,

As I wait to hear back about my application for the Coast Guard, I started watching that show Hannibal you suggested.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU SPARKLES? THEY EAT PEOPLE ON THIS SHOW!

THERE IS NO ROMANCE IN THIS SHOW!! WHERE IS THE LOVE?! WHERE IS THE COMEDY?!!!

I?m going to have to watch Disney?s The Little Mermaid before bed just so I don?t have nightmares now!!!!

I must admit however, I am loving the puppies! And I do believe Hannibal?s taste in wine is exceptional. But if Hannibal eats a puppy I am going to be very cross with you SPARKLES!!!!!!

Yours Truly,

Mary Marlowe

p.s. When are you going to the fights again? Will you be fighting the Anvil? He is so cute! I want to be there for that! Just?go easy on his face for me please? Xoxo

Still a touch worked up, Mary tugged the slip of stationary from her typewriter to fold it up and ease it into the addressed envelope. Even though it was evening, she decided that she would deliver the letter to the mail box of Spade and Heartt personally. The cool air and walk would hopefully get the whirlwind of crimes, gore and nightmares out of her mind.

The letter appeared in the mail, an unusual mode of delivery from the former employer. It was written in simple, concise script.

Mary,

Come see me at your earliest convenience. I need a notary.

I also need a friend.

Yours,
Rick Spade

With a flurry of her fingers against her keyboard, Mary typed out an email to one Quinn Heart:

To my most quintessential Quinn ~

Great cheesy crackers my new boss has the heaviest walk in the entire realm! It?s as though an earthquake is rocking the foundation of the office every few minutes. I realize that Ms. Mint is in fact an elephant in heels, but couldn?t she wear slippers or something instead of size 47 extra wide Louboutins?!?! Bright side, I?ll always know if she?s coming up behind me or something.

I just needed to vent a little before confirming that I?ll be ready to get properly plastered come Thursday! Do they make green wine? Do you think it would be any good?

Ulp! Gotta run, we?re off to protest against the RhyDin Circus for not providing large enough dressing areas for the transgender animal community!

Yours Truly,

Mary Marlowe

p.s. Do you know a good wholesaler for raw peanuts?