Sue to Mark 20
We just got home from East Texas. . . my foot was heavy on the pedal all the way. When I got here, I raced upstairs to the computer to see if you were there. Your message bathed me in such pleasure! Really, it was the best moment of my Mother's Day. Thank you.
I have much to tell you. Many thoughts driven by driving (my mind seems to feed off flying landscapes) and by this wild roller-coaster life I'm living. I agree with you on the e-mail. I love seeing my thoughts being born, knowing they will grow and live in another fertile mind. I've printed out all our correspondence. I hold it (a substitute for holding you) and finger it and study it, for I think it is an amazing thing. Unforgivable vanity or presumption, or whatever. I wouldn't make that confession to anyone else . . . do you understand? So, yes, I'm going to indulge this addiction (to our e-mail) without a twinge of guilt! And yet, I can't wait to hear your voice again . . . tonight!