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Title: Home Thoughts From Abroad
Author: Donna
Category: Friendship
Characters: CJ, Toby, Huck, Molly
Pairing: None
Word Count: 794
Rating: General
Summary: Letters from Paris.
Author’s Note: Not mine, do not sue. This came to me at the eleventh hour and it probably shows. The CJ/Toby S7 crap never happened and even though I’m still yet to see the conclusion, my Toby ended up in New York.
Found by Huck. Address smudged by rain, its journey and a dirty footprint.
I made it. It feels strange being here after so long but I promised him, although I can’t remember when. Hogan reminded me after you left when we were clearing up and wondering what to do with all that food. You should have taken some pasta salad.
Cross your fingers that my dusty French allows me to consume more than ham, mushrooms and Campari. This cosmopolitan living thing could be rather tricky but I should shut up and enjoy the change of scenery, right?
Say hi to Huck and Molly for me. Please don’t take them to The Met every day.
And thanks.
CJ
*
Delivered by the Hotel Concierge. Slightly ripped at one corner. Has the unmistakable smell of a bad mood and Zabar’s Kenya AA.
CJ
Your letter brought the rain with it. Ten days and counting. Thank you so much.
There is nothing wrong with The Met. Huck seemed particularly impressed by the Hellenistic and Roman galleries when we visited yesterday. Molly, unfortunately, was more preoccupied by a family of ducks we saw earlier swimming along the sidewalk near our Subway stop. Damn it CJ, she had named them all before we had walked past - I do believe you were the one bringing up the rear (see enclosed masterpiece.) Of course I got the cold shoulder for the rest of the day for not being willing to cosset them beneath my coat for her to treasure.
I didn’t do much. It was just solidarity and a cigar.
If you get the opportunity, head down to The Left Bank (my Parisian geography is weathered but your address tells me it’s not more than a short walk away.) Just past the Montparnasse - Bienvenüe station there should be a shrunken building. I forget the name but its entrance is plastered with old newspapers. If it’s still there go inside and enjoy.
Time for more coffee and an imaginary Yankees game, because yes, there’s a rain out. Thanks again.
Huck wants you to tell him the height of The Eiffel Tower. Apparently neither Wikipedia nor his father’s knowledge is good enough.
T.
*
Wrestled from the tight grip of two different, excited hands. A new address, not smeared by downpours. Three sheets.
Dear Huck
I haven’t visited it yet, but I have a brochure right here. It says that the Eiffel Tower is 312 metres long. If you include the antennas the actual height is 324 metres. That’s 1,063 feet if your Dad asks. It was the tallest man made structure in the world until 1929. Do you know what topped it? It was The Chrysler Building. How about when I get back from France I stop your way for a while and we go to the Top of The Rock again? You’ll get some idea of just how big that is but your Aunt CJ will not be spitting off the top this time, ok?
Look after your sister and your Dad.
See you soon
Lots of love.
CJ xoxox
*
Dear Molly
Thank you so very much for the beautiful drawing. I love the colours you chose and my fetching orange feathers. It’s on the fridge of my new place so I can look at it every day and smile. Tell your Dad that you can adopt ducks at Central Park Zoo.
You would love it here. In a square across from me lots of people paint. Somebody always tries to get me to stop for my painting as I walk through the market but there always seems to be so much to see and do. Maybe I should do it before I leave? I might even do it today after my trip to see the Sacré-Cœur. The Sacré-Cœur is a church built on the highest part of the city. I can’t wait to see it but before I do I think I’m going to take a stroll to the ice cream stall nearby. Their chocolate is heavenly; I wonder if I’ll be able to sneak some onto the plane on my way home?
Don’t tease your brother too much and be sure to let your Dad know it’s glorious here today.
Lots of love.
CJ xoxox
*
Toby Ziegler
This is hardly breaking news but you are a grumpy old curmudgeon.
Don’t ever change.
CJ
PS. That dingy hovel you directed me to? It’s a good job it serves the smoothest brandy and cigarettes I’ve ever tasted or I’d hit you with the baseball bat I need to carry when I go there…
*
Left on the table, unfolded. A new favourite brand of cigarette a paperweight for the draught.
Thanks for Paris and so much more.
I miss you, Dad.
Claudia Jean.
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Title: Home Thoughts From Abroad
Author: Donna
Category: Friendship
Characters: CJ, Toby, Huck, Molly
Pairing: None
Word Count: 794
Rating: General
Summary: Letters from Paris.
Author’s Note: Not mine, do not sue. This came to me at the eleventh hour and it probably shows. The CJ/Toby S7 crap never happened and even though I’m still yet to see the conclusion, my Toby ended up in New York.
Found by Huck. Address smudged by rain, its journey and a dirty footprint.
I made it. It feels strange being here after so long but I promised him, although I can’t remember when. Hogan reminded me after you left when we were clearing up and wondering what to do with all that food. You should have taken some pasta salad.
Cross your fingers that my dusty French allows me to consume more than ham, mushrooms and Campari. This cosmopolitan living thing could be rather tricky but I should shut up and enjoy the change of scenery, right?
Say hi to Huck and Molly for me. Please don’t take them to The Met every day.
And thanks.
CJ
*
Delivered by the Hotel Concierge. Slightly ripped at one corner. Has the unmistakable smell of a bad mood and Zabar’s Kenya AA.
CJ
Your letter brought the rain with it. Ten days and counting. Thank you so much.
There is nothing wrong with The Met. Huck seemed particularly impressed by the Hellenistic and Roman galleries when we visited yesterday. Molly, unfortunately, was more preoccupied by a family of ducks we saw earlier swimming along the sidewalk near our Subway stop. Damn it CJ, she had named them all before we had walked past - I do believe you were the one bringing up the rear (see enclosed masterpiece.) Of course I got the cold shoulder for the rest of the day for not being willing to cosset them beneath my coat for her to treasure.
I didn’t do much. It was just solidarity and a cigar.
If you get the opportunity, head down to The Left Bank (my Parisian geography is weathered but your address tells me it’s not more than a short walk away.) Just past the Montparnasse - Bienvenüe station there should be a shrunken building. I forget the name but its entrance is plastered with old newspapers. If it’s still there go inside and enjoy.
Time for more coffee and an imaginary Yankees game, because yes, there’s a rain out. Thanks again.
Huck wants you to tell him the height of The Eiffel Tower. Apparently neither Wikipedia nor his father’s knowledge is good enough.
T.
*
Wrestled from the tight grip of two different, excited hands. A new address, not smeared by downpours. Three sheets.
Dear Huck
I haven’t visited it yet, but I have a brochure right here. It says that the Eiffel Tower is 312 metres long. If you include the antennas the actual height is 324 metres. That’s 1,063 feet if your Dad asks. It was the tallest man made structure in the world until 1929. Do you know what topped it? It was The Chrysler Building. How about when I get back from France I stop your way for a while and we go to the Top of The Rock again? You’ll get some idea of just how big that is but your Aunt CJ will not be spitting off the top this time, ok?
Look after your sister and your Dad.
See you soon
Lots of love.
CJ xoxox
*
Dear Molly
Thank you so very much for the beautiful drawing. I love the colours you chose and my fetching orange feathers. It’s on the fridge of my new place so I can look at it every day and smile. Tell your Dad that you can adopt ducks at Central Park Zoo.
You would love it here. In a square across from me lots of people paint. Somebody always tries to get me to stop for my painting as I walk through the market but there always seems to be so much to see and do. Maybe I should do it before I leave? I might even do it today after my trip to see the Sacré-Cœur. The Sacré-Cœur is a church built on the highest part of the city. I can’t wait to see it but before I do I think I’m going to take a stroll to the ice cream stall nearby. Their chocolate is heavenly; I wonder if I’ll be able to sneak some onto the plane on my way home?
Don’t tease your brother too much and be sure to let your Dad know it’s glorious here today.
Lots of love.
CJ xoxox
*
Toby Ziegler
This is hardly breaking news but you are a grumpy old curmudgeon.
Don’t ever change.
CJ
PS. That dingy hovel you directed me to? It’s a good job it serves the smoothest brandy and cigarettes I’ve ever tasted or I’d hit you with the baseball bat I need to carry when I go there…
*
Left on the table, unfolded. A new favourite brand of cigarette a paperweight for the draught.
Thanks for Paris and so much more.
I miss you, Dad.
Claudia Jean.
~~~~