Love, Evelyn My Dearest Evelyn, You are dealing in revisionist history. I was insecure and petty and naive. I blamed you for the things you did to keep our secrets. But the truth 1s, each time you stopped the outside world from coming into our life, I felt immense relief. And all my happiest moments were orchestrated by you. I never gave you enough credit for that. We were both to blame. But you were the only one to ever apologize. Please let me rectify that now: I’m sorry, Evelyn. Love, Celia P.S. I watched Three A.M. some months ago. It is a bold, brave, important film. I would have been wrong to stand in the way of it. You have always been so much more talented than I ever gave you credit for. My Dearest Celia, Do you think lovers can ever be friends? I hate to think of the years we have left in this life wasted by continuing not to speak. Love, Evelyn My Dearest Evelyn, Is Max like Harry? Like Rex? Love, Celia My Dearest Celia, I am sorry to say that no, he’s not. He 1s different. But Iam desperate to see you. Can we meet? Love, Evelyn My Dearest Evelyn,