To: Andrew Mactarnahan, Olathe, KS

From: Sylvia Mactarnahan, San Diego, CA

April 20, 20+2

Andrew

John didn’t try to stop me from writing you, but merely asked that I not try to reason with you again. I conceded. This is no longer about us writing every other week, repeatedly asking for some acknowledgment of what we’ve been through these last 18 months or more. Knowing you’re there and waiting for some sign that you understand what’s happened here. You have moved on, apparently. So shall we.

We’re departing tomorrow. The Scottish Lass is rigged up and decked out. We’ve got water to last us months, half a year at least, and a solar oven to cook the fish John catches.

Don’t write. We’re sailing.

Sylvia