Gina
The envelope is nondescript, a plain white rectangle with a black border. There is nothing about it that would let on that the letter inside was any different from the others. But it was.
It is.
is.It is dirty. Full of s*x.
It is an orgasmic depiction of a stranger"s life. It is winter, chilly inside and out, but I am flushed three sentences in, full-on sweating by the time I"m done.
I reread the letter first thing when I wake. And again before I go to sleep. I read it while I eat breakfast, while waiting in line at the grocery store, in church, during Martha"s funeral. I have never read anything like it.
It is a masterpiece. It’s more than a masterpiece. It is an aggressive encounter with a stranger in a hotel room at three a.m.
It reeks of a different life. A life of adventur
