”Then he had hung up and Susan stared at her cell phone as though he were about to come through the receiver. She pressed the End-button on her phon... to discover her heart was pounding. She was surprised that others around her couldn’t hear it.That night she barely slept. She tossed in her attempt at sleep, wondering what she had become involved with. She would move from wanting to call the number again and leave a message that she wouldn’t be able to make the appointment, then wanting to. I wondered if there was a direct quote in here. I whipped open my dictionary to be sure I understood everything he was saying.This was so much more thoughtful and personal than an email or IM. This was his way of saying we weren't getting divorced when I got back.The time and effort he put into creating this letter was far more valuable to me than any gift he could have purchased.And the poetry of it. He might be a nerd in the 21st Century, but in the 18th, the ladies would have been lining up. ‘I love the way my present has buttons all the way down the front. I wonder how many layers of packaging there are.’ She coloured slightly, but didn’t speak. He stepped forward, and ever so gently undid the top button of the dress, before moving unhurriedly down to the next one, and the next. She shivered slightly at the touch, but remained motionless as the dress gave up its secrets, revealing that she was, as he had guessed, completely defenceless beneath it. He undid the last button, then. Soon her mother’s notes related how her father was making love to her as often as they could. Yes, she became pregnant and he married her. Her dad had gone to college and became an attorney before they met. Nancy read that just after she was born her mother had found her own mother’s diary. Nancy’s mother, Wilma had been surprised that her mother, Sara had not been a virgin when she married. A very nice man ended up marrying her. Wilma was born ‘prematurely’. Sara had found her.