There is other family news. My eldest brother James and his wife are expecting their first child. The promise of a new generation has the entire Yardley family abustle, which drives me out of the house as often as I possibly can escape. Mother is becoming less and less subtle about the young women she invites to the house. In short, Boston is a dreadful mess. I spend my evenings dreaming of Wroxham and wishing there was a church nearby to which I could escape. But then I remember that it would not have you as my haven, and I realize I am doomed regardless.
I hope my letter finds you in good health and better spirits.
Your friend,
Micah
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Dear Micah,