New York City
"No letter again today?" Charlie asked, a tinge of hope still in his voice, though he could tell by his mother's expression that the answer would be no.
"I'm sorry, Charlie," Pamela said, placing what had come in the post on her husband's desk. "I'm afraid there's nothing today either."
Charlie's shoulders slumped. It had been nearly two months since he'd sent his letter to Mary Margaret, and she hadn't written back yet. "But father's trip is coming up, and if she doesn't answer, then how will I know if it is all right for me to visit?"
Pamela wrapped her arm around her son's shoulders. "Charlie, your father and I have talked about this. Perhaps, this time, it would be best if your father went by himself. He can speak to Mrs. Westmoreland in person, make sure that Mary Ma
