Dearest Naomi,

It shall be my final regret that the tenor of these words will seem wholly unfamiliar to you.

Nowhere is it written that a father must love his offspring.  I am loading a pistol and I am going to meet our son.  Should you find this before I retrieve it, I grant you full liberty to think me mad.  If that is the case, know then that it is the madness of fatherly love. More than this I cannot say.

Your loving husband,





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  1. mrsgreenhands June 1, 2013 at 8:53 am #

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