Empathy No. 082
Morning, vix.
You know what the worst thing in the world is? Waiting. Mom always said I was the impatient type and boy, is she right. Oh, but waiting for a way out of a job you hate? One of these days, you'll know the absolute bliss of that escape and the exquisite torture of waiting for it. This transfer might just save me from a stroke.
Hell, what am I doing? I'm over here celebrating and not thinking about you at all. You took all this news splendidly well, but was there a little sadness in those pretty eyes of yours? Well, this is what life is like, vix. Sometimes it backhands you across the eyes but hey, you're not a little girl. You can take excellent care of yourself, this much I know.
So I'd like to leave this by thanking you for everything. Thank you for the art and your lovely letters. Thank you for being kind to Darren (can't believe he's closing in on high school!). Thank you for being so charming, and so graceful, and such a beautiful young soul overall. If I said these things a hundred times, it still wasn't enough. All a dog like me can ever hope for is that I made as much of an impact on you.
One of these days, I'll stroll on through some gallery somewhere and, mixed in with all those atrocious modern things, I'll see a piece of genuine art signed with "Eleanor Butler." And I'll swish my little cup of wine and lean over to the snobby fellow next to me, and I'll say "Yeah, I knew her back when."
Take care, vix.
-Charles