Dearest Lucille,
Where are you my darling girl? It has been ages since I have heard from you.
All is well in New York. The weather has begun to turn and everyone is hoping for a white Christmas in time for the annual party. We decided to move it from the Plaza to the Drake this year because they just put in a new mural window which we are told looks gorgeous at night. Your father and I do so wish you would come.
I ran into Parker Hamilton last week - he's divorced now, no children - and he asked about you. You should think about seeing him when you get home. He is as handsome and charming as ever. And now single!
I hear from Harold that you are still making regular withdrawals from your trust. Won't you tell us where you are? We do so miss you.
With love and affection,
Your mother
Lucy folded the letter back up and stuffed it in the envelope. The envelope was addressed to her post-office box. It wasn't as if they had no idea where she was. She was in Rhydin. They knew that. They just chose not to come find her. And she chose not to go home.
She sighed and set the letter down on her desk. Out the window of her apartment, she could see a New Haven park. It was a crisp fall afternoon, and children were chasing each other across the lawn. An old lady sat on a bench, feeding birds. And a young wizard seemed to be practicing some sort of magic under a tree.
So far it had only really rained in Rhydin. Lucy wanted snow. When would the snow come?
There would be snow in New York soon. Snow on the trees in Central Park. Snow dusting the brownstones. Blanketing the city in cushiony quiet. But the snow wasn't enough to draw her back to New York. And neither was Parker Hamilton. Lucy couldn't imagine anything her mother could say to get her to come home.
So it would be another winter in Rhydin. And Lucy would just have to make the most of it.
Where are you my darling girl? It has been ages since I have heard from you.
All is well in New York. The weather has begun to turn and everyone is hoping for a white Christmas in time for the annual party. We decided to move it from the Plaza to the Drake this year because they just put in a new mural window which we are told looks gorgeous at night. Your father and I do so wish you would come.
I ran into Parker Hamilton last week - he's divorced now, no children - and he asked about you. You should think about seeing him when you get home. He is as handsome and charming as ever. And now single!
I hear from Harold that you are still making regular withdrawals from your trust. Won't you tell us where you are? We do so miss you.
With love and affection,
Your mother
Lucy folded the letter back up and stuffed it in the envelope. The envelope was addressed to her post-office box. It wasn't as if they had no idea where she was. She was in Rhydin. They knew that. They just chose not to come find her. And she chose not to go home.
She sighed and set the letter down on her desk. Out the window of her apartment, she could see a New Haven park. It was a crisp fall afternoon, and children were chasing each other across the lawn. An old lady sat on a bench, feeding birds. And a young wizard seemed to be practicing some sort of magic under a tree.
So far it had only really rained in Rhydin. Lucy wanted snow. When would the snow come?
There would be snow in New York soon. Snow on the trees in Central Park. Snow dusting the brownstones. Blanketing the city in cushiony quiet. But the snow wasn't enough to draw her back to New York. And neither was Parker Hamilton. Lucy couldn't imagine anything her mother could say to get her to come home.
So it would be another winter in Rhydin. And Lucy would just have to make the most of it.