Sending you lots of love, Greg

Dear Greg,

As I told Frances today, I am looking forward to the look of wry bewilderment pass over your face sometime in the near future when I tell you that today I held your hand and whispered a few sweet nothings to you. I also relish the possibility of sending in the Wau Wau Sisters, resplendent in clown-porn mufti, with flowers and a song-a-gram of dubious taste as soon as you are sitting up in bed and ready to grin your full grin.

Get better, luvvie. You are young and strong and have so may many people who love you dearly. Frances loves and misses you so much. I am sending you as much power as I can to stay strong, let yourself rest and heal, rest and heal until you are ready for the next step. But get back here for the wonderful days you have waiting for you once you are through this terrible thing.

I am picturing you and Frances coming to visit us in the summer. Frances and I drag you and Andy to one yickety place after another--dusty bookstores, ridiculous teashops. At the end of the day we go to the beach and you dive into the ocean and go under and come up cold and wet, shivering and laughing and laughing.

Much, much love, Greg,

Danielle