To: “Toulouse Trotter” <harlequinboy@home.com
Subject: sorry
dearest Toulouse, please forgive me if i discussed things that you would rather me not to bring up ever again. when i said that i wanted you to one day be my boyfriend, that can be in the very distant future if at all. i will wait until you feel it is the right time, if ever. until then, i will never talk about you being my boyfriend again. your FRIEND, i am and will always be … amaryllis
p. s. xxxxxxxxxoooooooo
p. s.s. xxoo
From: “Toulouse Trotter” <harlequinboy@home.com
To: “Amaryllis” <lanimottCASA@hotmail.com
Subject: No Subject
dear amar, (wasn’t that your “moroccan” name?!) i am sorry i haven’t written a full email in awhile but things got “hairy” because lucy read your last letter! she came over to see pullman and i wasn’t home so she SNOOPED. she wouldn’t even tell me what was wrong for about TWO HOURS later and then she totally freaked out. she always acted like she was my girlfriend but i don’t feel that way toward her. (i don’t love her the way that i like you.) i was mad at her for snooping but then i felt bad because she has been through so much and the fact that we have been emailing (you and i) and i haven’t even told her about it not that it is any of her business. and that you said certain things that made her very JEALOUS …
i told trinnie about it and she and lucy had a “heart-to-heart”—she went with her to iceland! there was a party for that singer bjork who my mom is big friends with (bjork even met edward once). now I’M the one who is jealous! but they called from granppa’s jet and mom says lucy is ok. trinnie can be great for lifting people’s spirits like that — but when MOM goes down, there’s no one who can do the same for her. she IS feeling better in general about her life, i think, because things are going well with my dad. he is making great progress and mom has been helping him decorate his house. (did i tell you he moved?) one night he even had my mom and diane keaton over for dinner. (she was in both of the “godfathers” and used to be my father’s client.) have to go now but i think our moms have spoken about us going to magic mountain or disneyland?
From: “Amaryllis” <lanimottCASA@hotmail.com
To: “Toulouse Trotter” <harlequinboy@home.com
Subject: LOVE
to my dearest boyfriend toulouse, i LOVE LOVE LOVED disneyland! and when you kissed me behind the roger rabbit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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From: “Amaryllis” <lanimottCASA@hotmail.com
To: “Toulouse Trotter” <harlequinboy@home.com
Subject: LITTLE TIGER LOVE
i miss pullie! he is sooooooooo cute! i like him to slobber on me!!!!! did you know there was a famous dog from paris who was made a saint by the people? but there is someone else i miss MUCH, MUCH more. and he is a boy. and that boy is YOU. i LOVE YOU
From: “Toulouse Trotter” <harlequinboy@home.com
To: “Amaryllis” <lanimottCASA@hotmail.com
Subject: No Subject
dear l.t., I had lots of fun too. my mom likes lani and gilles very much and said that the next time we see each other, my dad would like to even come. LOVE, tull (toulouse)
From: “Amaryllis” <lanimottCASA@hotmail.com
To: “Toulouse Trotter”harlequinboy@home.com
Subject: LOVE
CHAPTER 48. Aftershocks
“I didn’t want to tell you,” said Lucy, one windswept August afternoon.
She had invited Toulouse to join her in the latest addition to what she called Stradella Fields, a charming Russian-style gazebo crammed with more pinecones and willow-work than Twig House itself, and not far from where Edward had been found in the wayward buggy. Afternoon tea was something new for her, as were many things English. For most of the summer, she’d affected an accent that could only be called a poignant variation on the real thing. Lucille Rose, as she insisted on being called, put a cool face on her passionate interest in the Royals (especially Lady Sarah Chatto), and was surprisingly fluent in the languages of, say, Damien Hirst or Hussein Chalayan. She devoured back issues of Hello! and once, when Epitacio drove them home from a visit with Toulouse’s father, they detoured around the Beverly Hills Farmers’ Market on Cañon Drive — seeing fruit sellers in their stalls, she turned up her nose and hissed, “Look at those yobbish costermongers!”