Made my delivery. Shall be back home tomorrow evening. Have some

fresh salmon for dinner. Hope this week wasn’t to much of a hassle for

you. Hope Jennie is Ok too. I now we keep in touch at all times and you

tell me everything. It seems…some mystery is gone. I remember when I

expected a letter from my father every…now and then. It was crazy!

My stepmother would read it to us and we would simply be mystified

by every word of it. It was magic. I wonder if that magic has somehow

has being lost now due to current technology.

I remember when I was a kid and wrote those letters to a girlfriend

until four in the morning. Going to the post office. Licking a letter stamp

with my lips as in a kiss. And sending it to her. Ah…

And when I saw her ten days later…she would greet me in a most

passionate way. Her kisses were pure honey. Her embrace Jesus’s

mother. And her protruding chest the Himalayas reaching me.

The torture of wanting her caused me extreme fevers…but wait…

Oh, yes. I shall see you tomorrow.

I love you.

Ernesto Onofre