Mattie's letters arrive every two weeks. When he's been especially voluble, enthusiastic, or troubled she writes every week. He doesn't open a letter at once but saves it in his waistcoat. The slight crinkle is a small pleasure, an anticipation, an excitement that makes his heart thud, his lips turn up at odd moments. There will be something wonderful. He is never disappointed. Mattie is understanding, inspiring, with unshakeable faith, even in John. He reads as if from within her light shining from Heaven. Even in exile, even though she's given to God, her warm love and presence comfort him.
No, we couldn't really write only one line, so we're doing drabbles of exactly 100 words.Edited at 2008-06-14 21:12 (UTC)