Chapter 43

And yet, I am not confident I can keep my word to Simonsen. I could tolerate never seeing you again, as I will not return to Boston, and I do not expect you to risk a visit to Wroxham. If Simonsen learns you have sought me out a second time, I fear the consequences. But I could never tolerate losing you completely. The world would be a weary, desolate place without your words. I write these words with a heavy heart, but perhaps Simonsen is correct. Perhaps your innocence is a gift to your verse, and I would be wrong to “corrupt” you.

Yours,

Jefferson

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Dear Jefferson,