My Dearest Emelia:
I trust this letter finds you in good health; and, by now, Basarab has found it in his heart — if he has one — to forgive you. Santan grows daily. I am worried because he still cannot tolerate the sun. I thought by now he would have adjusted, even just a bit. He sleeps most of the day and wants to play in the night.
An unfortunate incident happened the other day. The young man, Randy, who drives me around, thought to take a peek at Santan, and he pulled across the special cover I had made for the baby’s car seat. The sun seared Santan’s cheeks. I had tried to stress to Randy that Santan had a serious sensitivity to the sun. Well, he believes me now.
Now for the most urgent news I have to burden you with. I am with child again — his child. I guess, in some ways, I should be thankful, for it means Santan will have a brother or sister. However, I cannot help worrying. will this child be the same as its brother, or will it be more like me? Either way, I could be in trouble. Do you have any advice for me? If Santan eventually partakes in his father’s ‘habits,’ how will I be able to protect this new child? How safe will I be?
I’ll wait (eagerly) to hear from you.