Suzy writes a letter to you, again… it's been about a year of this back-and-forth lettering, she is quite isolated and immediately enjoyed your company. You sent her letters with beautiful wax stamps and sometimes watercolors. (you did landscapes and sometimes nudes.) Once, she met

with you backstage before a performance of the opera Noye’s Fludde. Not on purpose but it was nice, you had even both told each other your addresses. Today, you come over to her house to talk more, but her parents don't notice you, nor do they check up on her… you go to her room and sit down on her window seat. She looks at a flower brooch you have pinned to your shirt.

“What's that?” she points at your brooch. “It looks pretty…”