Dear State, You Cur-Rev. H. R. Curtis
A Letter Between Former Friends
by Rev. H. R. Curtis
I use the customary salutation even though this letter will make it clear that, in our case, we must consider it merely a convention and quite devoid of any real feeling. Oh, I know, we’ve had our times together when we were quite close indeed – but those days are, God be praised, behind us.
To think how young I once was! At least, I’d like to blame it on my youth. Though my Father had warned me about your seductions – and though you yourself were quite cruel to me when we were growing up together back East – as a young woman I could not resist your charms. You were a man of action – so powerful and strong – so dashing in your uniform! And, frankly, as a young lady of my stature – a queen by birth, wasn’t I? – I felt at that time that I deserved the honor and wealth that you could provide for me. So, though I had been betrothed to another by my Father, I took up house with you.
And how my manner changed almost immediately! With your wealth and honor came also pomp and violence. Where before I had been content to settle my quarrels with words, it was now all too easy for me to have you deal with them in more precipitous and (as I thought) effective ways.
But it was as my Father said it would be – a chasing after the wind. I learned that your violent temper could not always be directed by my own will – that it would, in fact, often be directed at me. It was a long process – I came to my senses only slowly. Even when I first expressed my doubts about our relationship I would return time and again to your arms.