May 30th, 2003.
Mmm. Is he genuine? Is he taking the Mickey? Is it a counter-counter-scam? Beats me.
My dearest felicity,
Well I donāt know where to start sweethearts it has been a miserable months for me since I miss you.
Darling, you make me cry and now you make me smile, I love.
Iāve been living like a widow. Iāve not been myself.
I canāt be able to explain the pains Iāve been passing through since I miss you honey;
I try to love other girls, but I canāt concentrate. It always fails, coās you are always in my heart, sweethearts. You gave me a lot of sleepless night honey
I canāt be able to explain all the pains I pass through honey.
Love is back and better.
I continue to paint a picture. Where is it going to end? How is it going to end?
Dear Kenneth, my prince,
It has been so long. I am so glad that I am free and can talk to you again.
I don't think I will ever forgive that brute Newbery for locking me up like that and concocting all sorts of stories about me and my supposed death. My family were distraught. I wish there was some way that I could bring him to justice. Poor Isabella did not survive the ordeal and is no more. I tried to help her but she was not strong enough.
And you, dear Kenneth, I wish I could ease your pains; you must have suffered terribly. I am so sorry. It must have been awful for you.
I must go now, I am running a bath. It is so long since I have had a hot bath. I will think of you as I soak away some of my aches.
Warmest thoughts and a big hug,