The minute the door was closed I grabbed my huge Larousse French-English/ English French dictionary threw myself on the bed and set to work. I figured I might not be able to say what I wanted, but I still might be able to write it. In twenty minutes I managed to cobble the following together:

Chere Sauvage,

J'ai pris une grande hasarde quand j'ai alle ici, mais j'asi confiance en toi. Quand je t'ai recontre**

There was a knock at the door. I opened it to find the Sauvage and Nana. Les Parent de Sauvage were expecting me at lunch .Rather than tell them about our break up, he came here to bring me. Even though I didn't want him to, even though another silent lunch was about the last thing I wanted to go through. I silently picked up my bag and left with him.


** This letter will reappear later in the narrative. Also I am aware that the French is wrong, but it is what I wrote. I would like you all to remember that this was just a first draft that got interrupted.

The sentiment I was trying to go for in the note (and again I know this is wrong) is as follows:

Dear Sauvage,

I took a big risk when I came here, but I had confidence in you. When I met you...
I am currently in the middle of grading Hell, so you will have to wait until Friday for the next installation of the Frehel diaries. I do think I should get the Virginia Woolf Award for drawn out narratives as I have managed to make a 2 week vacation last me for over 4 months of material. And then after that-the Paris diaries! By the time I get done, it will be time for me to go somewhere else and victimize men there. But keep reading folks, because honestly things are just getting good. (Well not for me, but from a dramatic narrative point of view.)

And now to go back to grading.

Sigh.