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Where Rhonda decides to bail out rather than keep putting off the inevitable awkward telephone call! Besides, he has someone else to help him...
Oh, my dear Marvellous,
I am so sorry.
I am treating you so badly.
I was hoping to keep it from you but my mother died yesterday.
It was not a good day.
Nor was today. I got home to find a water pipe had burst, my budgie had escaped and someone had ripped my letter box off its post. Sometimes you just cannot win.
I must admit that I am a bit of a wreck at the moment. That is why I was so sad that your letters were not more supportive, I guess. I needed a rock to lean on.
Perhaps I will be okay with a few days rest. A holiday, maybe. I hope so.
I had to smile when you called me a Nigerian secret agent wanting to expose you. You are a funny man. Thank you for a small giggle.
You say you have another lady who may help you. Well, if that is the way you feel then it would possibly be for the best if you used her.
Treat her like a lady. Stroke her and comfort her and I'm sure she will help you.
Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
I'm a surviver.
Good night, Your 'Love', Rhonda.