"Dear Lady Vivi." She started, her voice clear and steady, carrying the weight of Lila's words with a tender reverence. "I hope you'll forgive me for writing, but I just had to tell someone how wonderful my husband is, how happy my life's been because of him...No one in our neighborhood wants to hear an old woman ramble on about her love, so I thought I'd send this to you, knowing you've got a heart big enough to listen."
The old man's eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping him as Vivi continued, her voice weaving Lila's words into the still air.
"Everyone in the world thinks my husband's a stinky man, unworthy because of his job—cleaning outhouses, carting manure. It's not the grandest work, and folks turn their noses up at him...But I know the truth, Lady Vivi."
"I know what a good man he is, how his heart's bigger than all their scorn. Every day with him is a gift, and there's not a single moment in our forty years together that I regret. Not one."