Love Letters From Ladybug Farm - Donna Ball [25]
TO: Bridget@LadybugFarmLadies.net
FROM: TeddyDere@gsamil.com
SUBJECT: Menu
Bridget—
Yes, I can eat eggs. I CAN eat anything I want. I just don’t CARE for shrimp. So take them off the menu, OKAY?
Traci
TO: Catdere63151@gsamil.com
CC: Teddydere@gsamil.com
FROM: Bridget@LadybugFarmLadies.net
SUBJECT: Menu #5
How about this?
Crispy asparagus with pecorino
Mini beef Wellington
Caramelized onion and black olive tart
Local-caught Cajun catfish with remoulade dipping sauce
Of course we’ll have a fruit and cheese station and a selection of fresh-baked breads and muffins, along with a dessert bar, as we agreed. Let me know your thoughts.
Bridget
TO: Bridget@LadybugFarmLadies.net
FROM: Catdere63151@gsamil.com
SUBJECT: RE: Menu # 5
don’t know, dear. Catfish? Seems a bit pedestrian, don’t you think? And the entire menu looks somewhat lean to me. Could we have more variety? And what about the vegetarians?
XOXOXO
Cat
TO: Bridget@LadybugFarmLadies.net
FROM: Teddydere@gsamil.com
SUBJECT: RE: Menu #5
I want an ice cream bar.
TO: Teddydere@gsamil.com
FROM: Bridget@LadybugFarmLadies.net
SUBJECT: Ice Cream
In June? Outdoors?
TO: LadiLori27@locomail.net
FROM: SMarcello319@mico.net
SUBJECT: RE: RE: Photographs from Home
Dearest Lori,
Your photographs make my day wonderfully! How beautiful you are! Every time I look at a picture of you I think, This woman, how can she be so perfect? Your hair is like painted by Titian, your face a Raphael masterpiece. But this you know already. And your mama, clearly she is an angel to have given you to the world.
Lori, you will come to my village and you will see the sun that rises over the hills and how it spills its gold over the ground so thick you think you can pick it up in your hands. We will lie on the ground together, you and I, and we will lose ourselves in the stars that cover my sky You will know why poets and artists for centuries have found their muse in Italia, because here is where love lives.
It required me some time to determine what is “egghead” and so I asked my American friend in history of literature class who tells me I should know because I am one. This is because am perfect in the philosophy exam. I hope this will not make you love me less? I am very happy to be perfect! Being perfect means I will acquire my degree in only six months and then I well leave Milano and return to the hills I love. You will know this feeling, Lori, this aching of the heart, this sickness of the spirit, this longing to be home. Being perfect is also wearing.
I will tell my mama to find the number of your telephone in the States, and ring up you to say I am her son and this is our home and I am yes, as you say, very cute. I also have four aunts and a grandmother and fourteen cousins, although three of them are too young to write, should you require further references.
I, also, spend too much time on the e-mail since I have come to know you.
Un bacion, mi amore—
Sergio
TO: SMarcello319@mico.net
FROM: LadiLori27@locomail.net
SUBJECT: RE: RE: Photographs from Home
Dear Sergio,
You make my day wonderfully, too. I’ve read your e-mail like twenty times. I still can’t believe you’re real.
Love,
Lori
TO: Cici@LadybugFarmLadies.net
FROM: Catdere63151@gsamil.com
SUBJECT: Contract
Cici,
Darling, just one more little change to the contract and I think we’ll be fine. Instead of “not to exceed” 50 guests I wrote in “a minimum of”—just in case someone brings a date and takes us over the number. I know it’s just a technicality, but better safe than sorry. Also, that part about “no material changes to real property,” I just replaced the “no” with “Client agrees to reimburse provider for,” which is much more fair to you. Faxing it off right now, if you’ll just initial and get it back to me I’ll