Dear Gregori Boshi,
Thank you for your wonderful letters. I have not enjoyed anything so much since my father passed away. Your letters have opened the world to me again and I look forward to them every day with great anticipation.
After my father died I was wracked with the loss of a beloved parent, but also a guide into the goings on of the world that is denied me because of my sex. They call us the fairer sex but there is nothing fair about it and I so often wished I could just up and go see the world as my father did. Your letters have opened the window for me again and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
So how is the trial going? You left off in your last letter with the end of day one of the trial and it has been several days since your last letter and I await eagerly to hear what happened. You said"“the beast” was somewhat intelligent, which astounds me! Do you think he also possesses a soul? You had mentioned that you thought he might and as such if the evidence shows him innocent then he should be released! The people that feel they were wronged by this beast will just have to keep searching for the truth. Perhaps you will be able to find the real culprits and bring them to justice if it is not the beast.
It does not surprise me at all that Olivia was able to speak so well before these judges. She is a woman with a strong will, a good mind and iron determination. If I ever found myself in such a position as the beast I cannot think of another person I would rather call upon for help. She helped me so much in my grief. She has a way with words that just makes you want to believe! I predict she will have those judges eating from her hand in no time!
Life here is trying. Mrs. Greybeard my nosy neighbor has been trying to set me up with her “young nephew”. The man is in his fifties, ten stone over weight, has gout, and more warts on his face than Mrs Greybeard! He is the least attractive, most boring man I have ever met in my life. He has been a Glassblower journeyman for the past 20 years because he is so bad at it that he cannot earn his masterwork, and never ask him about his butterfly collection! It took all my concentration, will and digging my nails into my palms till they bled to keep my eyes open during his droning lecture! If I married him I am sure I would never suffer from insomnia!
Please write soon. I so miss this window into the wider world you are showing me.