My goal once I graduated from university had been nothing so lofty. I’d joined a local architectural firm, and once I’d accomplished that, I wrote to Thomas about it.
His response was, Congratulations, Mr Synclaire! I hope none of the buildings you design fall down upon their heads! Hah ha! Seriously, Thorn, I’m so happy your dreams are coming true!
And for your information, mine have, as well! Only fancy! I’ve got my commission! I’m Lieutenant Fortescue-Smythe now! The Mater has wept all down my brand new uniform, and Father was so proud I thought he would burst a button! Of course, Bertie, the sod, told me not to get above myself, but you know him, always ready to lord it over me and depress pretensions
I could almost hear the excitement and laughter in his voice, and I smiled, amused by the affectionate disrespect with which he and his brother had always treated each other.