To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Friday August 21st, 1999 10:11 AM
Subject: RE I can’t sleep
Hi stace, I’ve just read your email and just before I wake you, I thought I’d reply. I think perhaps I’m doing this as a rehearsal for our conversation. Or maybe it’s because it feels familiar. Or maybe it’s just polite.
Anyway, I’m all confused. I couldn’t believe the offer, the ticket, the hotel, the job – everything.
But I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you. I mean surely when we die and we look back, it’s those we loved that visit us.
And I love you. I visit you. You’re a perfect holiday.
PS Okay here’s a thought - maybe you could come with me? I know not right away but if you saved and I saved you could join me in a couple of months. What do you think? Anyway I’ll put it to you when you wake up.