| letter to rodolphus |
[Dec. 18th, 2008|12:26 am] |
Dear Rodolphus,
Mother thought I ought to write you to ask you to Christmas dinner. Consider yourself invited and very lucky to be, as well. Mother (and the aunts, of course) is very particular about Christmas. You know how everything's got to be just right with those old bats. And you know how they always get to talking after dinner and how a little too much elf-made wine gets their mouths flapping. I'm sure we'll hear the most interesting stories if we're quite careful with where we hide ourselves. You've got to keep your hand out of my shirt, though; we were almost too loud last time. I rather like you, Rod; don't make me curse your fingers off.
Your presence is also requested at the Black Family New Year's Ball, although I'm sure the aunts will have proper invitations made out. Just thought you ought to know I've not got a date yet, so someone ought to ask soon.
RSVP ASAP so Mother will stop badgering me. Honestly, they're all driving me mad lately.
Come soon. We'll go into London and poke about, see what we can't dig up.
Yours,
B. B. |
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