Your letters are delights to read, as flirtatious as they have become. I’m hurt that you wait till I am abroad to show me this side of yourself. You fondle my old locket at night, do you? That is the subtext of the comment in your last letter that "it is always around my neck, even as I sleep." I’m flattered. As for your observation that your thoughts focus on me while you hold it, and your question about how, exactly, I enchanted it... so suspicious, aren’t you? Perhaps, darling, you simply think about me because it is mine.