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6/4/2011

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“Then tell me what Benno said in his letter to you.” I patted the sofa again. “Because that’s what I really came in here for.” Elspeth nodded as if she couldn’t avoid the topic any longer. She retrieved an envelope from her multi-colored rice paper shoulder bag made by Cambodian peasants that was slung over her desk chair, and crept back to where I guided her down into the sofa, my hands just below her hips. I loved Elspeth Waldron, but not so much that I wanted my mitts to rest on her ass any longer than necessary.

The stationery was a grayish green in the finest paper with a discreet watermark. The name Dr. Benno Beckmann was embossed across the top and the handwriting was a spidery European script. Elspeth’s hands trembled as she unfolded the paper. She cleared her throat, took a deep breath in through the nostrils, exhaled through the lips.

“Dear Elspeth,” she began. “As someone who has reached the Eight Fold Path, I trust you will find forgiveness in your heart for my absence. The weather has turned bitterly cold and I am in bed even earlier than my habitual time in California. In fact some nights, it is lights out by eight o’clock.” Elspeth smiled mutely. I nodded encouragement.

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