I’m so pleased for maudie! But I’m wondering where she will now go to school and there’s a mawkish curiosity about what happens to Axe. Also I wonder why your letters don’t still survive. I am hoping this is not quite the end of The Drying Rooms…
Some of your questions are answered in the next chapter, dear Ruby. Including the reason I didn’t use a splendid finale for Axe, like the one you put in an early comment (being put down the laundry chute!) But I don’t have an answer to why my letters didn’t survive. I’m wondering about that too
Axe scuttling off under a cloud is much better than being pushed down the laundry chute… I await the next chapter with excitement. I am sorry though about your missing letters. I wonder how their existence would have changed this project. Maybe the void of their absence has created the space for you to write this…?
This is so familiar. It reminds me of a letter I sent to my parents from my prep school. In it I wrote that I was going to run away today but the bell went so I couldn’t. Always the rebel!
I’m so pleased for maudie! But I’m wondering where she will now go to school and there’s a mawkish curiosity about what happens to Axe. Also I wonder why your letters don’t still survive. I am hoping this is not quite the end of The Drying Rooms…
Some of your questions are answered in the next chapter, dear Ruby. Including the reason I didn’t use a splendid finale for Axe, like the one you put in an early comment (being put down the laundry chute!) But I don’t have an answer to why my letters didn’t survive. I’m wondering about that too
Axe scuttling off under a cloud is much better than being pushed down the laundry chute… I await the next chapter with excitement. I am sorry though about your missing letters. I wonder how their existence would have changed this project. Maybe the void of their absence has created the space for you to write this…?
I'm so loving how this unfolds...
Thank you, Angie.
Oh Emma, this brought tears to my eyes. How you must have longed for a happy ending like that. Thank you for sharing your amazing stories.
And thank you, Anna, for reading them
O.B
This is so familiar. It reminds me of a letter I sent to my parents from my prep school. In it I wrote that I was going to run away today but the bell went so I couldn’t. Always the rebel!
Xx
You endured, dear O.B. As so many of us did. And not being a rebel is not the same as being a wimp.