The last letters written to someone I was in love with was during the First World War, when I happily addressed the letters to Mildred as “My Sweeth...art” and the salutation along the lines of “Truly yours”, “With all my love/devotion”, etc, because we had an acknowledged romantic relationship, Mildred and I were engaged to be married. But what salutation should I use with Mary?I looked closely at her card again. She was affectionate and had called me her “dearest” in the address, “darling” in. A bit melodramatic and one would think unnecessary.“There is a very mysterious man who she writes about in her diary. I think that she may have had an affair with him. Not as if affairs weren’t common enough at Louis’ court.“But I thought that you would be amused by the fact that his name was ‘Christian’, just like yours. I’m not sure about much yet, because she was being very cagey about what she said, almost like she was worried if anyone were to read her diary.”“Well,” I asked, very. Both North American females knocked and waited."Kommen Sie." He looked, "Who is the student?" They were obviously Americans.Both of them tootled their fingers."Twins?"Vee blushed ... The Wanzor grinned, "Great great great great grandmother and the latest edition." ID?" They presented and he looked them up."Wendy von Wanzor Austin?" he looked up as he asked. Wendy tootled."Then you must be Wendolyn Wanzor Austin?" That was a statement ... but a question too."The Fifth," Wendolyn allowed. "Mom. " Huh?"Adrienne managed a grin. "Later, later..."Dinner was pizza delivery. Candy ordered it up for the rest of us and then quite deliberately placed her purse on the floor just in front of the door. When the delivery guy arrived, Candy turned and bent over at the waist to retrieve her money, letting her baggy top fall above her hips to reveal her tight ass clad only in a teeny-tiny black thong. The pizza guy practically had a heart attack.Later, I was polishing off my fifth slice and debating.