TM 188: Write two letters: One to someone you hurt and the other to someone who hurt you.
[ooc: Spoilers (sorta) for Season Three]
Saul,
I've had some time to think about things lately and I realize I shouldn't have put you in the position I did regarding your wife. I know you understand why it was necessary, but that doesn't make it right. I appreciate the fact that apologizing would take something away from her memory so I'm not saying I'm sorry. But I have thought about it.
Sam
xxx
Lee -
Ever been to the Starlight Cafe? It's - well, it was - this pretentious restaurant and bar south side of Caprica City. Overpriced, food was okay but not great, bar was always overcrowded. You know what I mean. There was this waitress, Mickey. 30 years old but kept her hair in ponytails. Used language I wouldn't when she had too much to drink. She wasn't pretty but everyone watched her. Everyone wanted her. I was about 15 when I met her, behind the restaurant, she was on a break. She was crying. I never found out why. Anyway, we became friends, talked almost every day rest of my time in school.
That's what I miss most.
I haven't thought about Mickey and the Starlight for a while.
Which is a long way of saying thanks.
Sam
He read the letter over. I don't even know what I'm talking about. With an angry sigh he erased the pad.
Lee -
Thanks.
Sam
He stuck both pads in intraship mail and went about his day.
Muse: Samuel T. Anders
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 241
Saul,
I've had some time to think about things lately and I realize I shouldn't have put you in the position I did regarding your wife. I know you understand why it was necessary, but that doesn't make it right. I appreciate the fact that apologizing would take something away from her memory so I'm not saying I'm sorry. But I have thought about it.
Sam
xxx
Lee -
Ever been to the Starlight Cafe? It's - well, it was - this pretentious restaurant and bar south side of Caprica City. Overpriced, food was okay but not great, bar was always overcrowded. You know what I mean. There was this waitress, Mickey. 30 years old but kept her hair in ponytails. Used language I wouldn't when she had too much to drink. She wasn't pretty but everyone watched her. Everyone wanted her. I was about 15 when I met her, behind the restaurant, she was on a break. She was crying. I never found out why. Anyway, we became friends, talked almost every day rest of my time in school.
That's what I miss most.
I haven't thought about Mickey and the Starlight for a while.
Which is a long way of saying thanks.
Sam
He read the letter over. I don't even know what I'm talking about. With an angry sigh he erased the pad.
Lee -
Thanks.
Sam
He stuck both pads in intraship mail and went about his day.
Muse: Samuel T. Anders
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 241