The Conrad Letters

When English cad Conrad Wilkinson leaves friends, family, and fiance for a jaunt in New York City, the world sees only a playboy jumping the pond. But when the festering secrets of a sleepy English village and the glittering knife-edge of a major metropolis collide, more than one man's life may hang in the balance...

Tuesday

9/19/11

Connie -

Heard you're taking a constitutional,. Good on you Hope all is well. Or something. Food is awful here and well, so are most things. But you know. They say I'm a good sport and improving. I think they're full of rot but sometimes I appreciate the sentiment.

Went two days with no dereams last week. Good on me. And I had another night of inappropriate fantasies, which is a darn sight above screaming nightmares. But this is not the sort of stuff you write your friends about, is it now? Apologies, Connie. Or something.

I hear Marjorie is panting after you like an old sheepdog. So I guess you get what you bloody well pay for.

So enjoy your little pleasure cruise, or whatever you call it. And Happy goddamn Birthday, old man. I remembered.

Tom Alden.