| Subject: Chapter 262 - Part 2 (end of chapter 262) |
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Date Posted: Monday, November 06, 07:01:41am
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KatherineG.
's message, "Dreams in the Dark (258>?) continued" on Monday, October 23, 07:10:30am
The smile was deepening, as she thought over the letter she had received just yesterday--the mail surprisingly quick, lately. It had been shorter than the rest of them but still so full of love; her gaze moved over toward it, wanting to savor it again. It read:
My beloved Nikita,
I want to write a long, adoring letter to you; I want nothing else but to be close to you in any way I can. Still, I want even more for you to hear from me as quickly as possible, and I'm afraid that this is the only way I can make the latter of these wishes happen now.
Let me briefly tell you my thoughts, my dear one. First, I'm incredibly relieved that you've taken on some help; I'm sure that Rosa won't mind. I've known her for many years, and there's never been any time when she showed that she was unconcerned about my health and welfare. When I first told her about our engagement, she seemed thrilled. She is quite a good and wonderful person. I can't imagine that she'll have any argument with your need to be well looked after.
I hope that the Fredericks are doing their best to care for you--but I'm certain, given that your grandmother chose them, that they will. She would never hire anyone who might harm or neglect you. Give them my thanks. Hopefully, I'll soon be able to give it myself.
My second, quick thought is my fear--given the date of your last letter--that Helmut hasn't kept our bargain. I asked him to purchase and deliver a specific birthday present for me. I dearly hope that he honored the request.
If he has, *please* tell me what you think of my gift. I'm not at all asking to be thanked--nothing I could buy could ever equal the sheer joy you bring me by loving me--but I worried, when I chose it, that you might think it too grand. Forgive me for saying so, but you are a hard woman to buy for, my love. Your tastes are generally so simple. I'm afraid that I've lived in Hollywood for too long to be able to think of what you might truly like.
Please forgive me, then, if what I've chosen for you seems too predictable or flashy; you have never, to my great thanks, been either. If I were home, with a little more time, perhaps I could find something more appropriate. Please tell me if you feel it's unsuitable, and I'll look for something better for you later.
I fear that this letter will be utterly unreadable, due to how quickly I've written it. I'm so sorry. Still, I don't have the time just now to tell you any more of my thoughts--except to repeat how much I love you. Please don't ever think that my absence means anything else. Keep yourself healthy and well and know that I never wish to live without you beside me.
I love you,
Michael
P.S. Your fears about becoming too grand a lady are ridiculous. When I come home, I have every intention of distracting you from them thoroughly again.
Oh, Lord help her. She was nearly crying again; she had to blink heavily, as Fredericks came back in with the mail, shutting the door behind him. Her beloved was just so wonderful, was such a perfect husband; she still feared, some days, that she had dreamed him into existence. It seemed impossible to credit that some ignorant little girl, such as herself, had managed to gain his love.
She looked back down to what she could see of his gift once more, adoring him still. While he was right, in some ways--her need for diamonds and other such gems limited, at best--she did still so love him for this bit of ostentation. It was rather traditional in this town, after all. He was showing the world that he cared for her--and going out of his way to remind her of the fact, as well.
Her smile deepened, as she looked down at the present, so grateful to be the recipient of his love. Had her husband still been with her, his gift probably would have been far less showy--but she appreciated the thought he had put into it, nonetheless. He was, even in his distance, reminding Hollywood that she was one of them; her heart warmed. And he was doing all of it in order to keep her safe.
She loved him for this, loved everything about him--feeling, so warmly, the safety that he had worked so hard to foster. It was a rare gift. And it was one which--as so often was the case--was doomed to not last for long.
Nikita was unaware of this fact, was given her moment of privacy and love. And, for now, it was enough. There was no need to rush toward any of her fates.
Extra note: I imagine Michael's gift as being about 2-3 carats. I know that this is very large for a pendant, by any average person's standards. Still, this story is both set in Hollywood and in a different era. I've seen very few pictures of Hollywood stars--then or now, actually--who were wearing something small and simple. The fact that the country was still largely mired in the Depression never seemed to matter very much.
[End of Part 262]
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