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Another letter from Mary. You look at the poor handwriting on the envelope. It's a wonder the post office found the address. You feel tired after a full day as a waitress at the restaurant. You open up envelope and take out the two sheets of paper. Not so much as reading, as deciphering, what she has said. You read through twice. Martha is still in the convent and wrote to her saying she was content. You pause and read the page slowly. She says your dad is in hospital with the cancer and will you return to Ireland to see him and your mum. No plans you muse. You sigh. She has dumped her latest boyfriend because he was only interested in *** and football and that she found his sister preferable, and he was angry when he found she had bedded his sister. Her new job is going well. Housemaid for the new doctor and family. Hope she leaves his wife alone, you muse. You fold up the letter and return it to the envelope. You can't afford to go home just yet. You will write to your mother and explain. Not really wanting to go home again.
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2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
Magdalene And Mary's Letter 1967.
Another letter from Mary. You look at the poor handwriting on the envelope. It's a wonder the post office found the address. You feel tired after a full day as a waitress at the restaurant. You open up envelope and take out the two sheets of paper. Not so much as reading, as deciphering, what she has said. You read through twice. Martha is still in the convent and wrote to her saying she was content. You pause and read the page slowly. She says your dad is in hospital with the cancer and will you return to Ireland to see him and your mum. No plans you muse. You sigh. She has dumped her latest boyfriend because he was only interested in *** and football and that she found his sister preferable, and he was angry when he found she had bedded his sister. Her new job is going well. Housemaid for the new doctor and family. Hope she leaves his wife alone, you muse. You fold up the letter and return it to the envelope. You can't afford to go home just yet. You will write to your mother and explain. Not really wanting to go home again.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
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