food for the bees

I'm still angry with Vega, on a practical level, although whatever it is that stirred me to actually feel it seems to have ebbed, been regulated. It's a dangerous emotion.

So I've decided on responding in a practical way. After all, the universe needs to remain in balance. If Vega wants to dredge up curses, I'll play ball.

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Dear Aunt Luciana,

I'm sure Nettie's told you by now that you've become a grandmother at last -- don't fret, Aunt, you are still the family matriarch, and no one would ever accuse you of looking your age, either. I hear tell it's a beautiful child and the family is eager to see you again.

It concerns me that no one has extended you an invitation to visit with us, but you know your son is quite occupied following in the footsteps of his father in most of the good ways and none of the regrettable ones. I have, admittedly, been remiss in my obligations to the family, and as such it would be my honor, were you interested in leaving Sicily, to invite you.

Certainly your son would be glad to have you in the house again, if it's not too difficult for you, and I'll assume all expenses necessary to ensure your travel is comfortable. You must meet the baby's mother, too, and I imagine Antoinette would be pleased to have her Mama in town for her birthday. And, of course, it would be wonderful if you and I could visit together as well.

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I don't think I've ever in my life signed a letter Aden Marshall, nor written with love, ever,  but it's appropriate, here.

There we go.