ace attorney; international
TITLE: International
CHARACTERS: Adrian Andrews/Franziska von Karma
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 4,754
SUMMARY: A series of short letters sent between Franziska and Adrian, from 30th March to 7th July, 2018.
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30.03.18
Dear Ms. A. Andrews,
Good evening. I am writing to you, and have every intention of keeping it brief: should you find the need to consult with me about any matter that has become an issue for you, do not do the foolish thing - that is, hesitate to write to me. I understand that this method of communication is not as effective as some, but considering certain limitations (namely, your current predicament and conflicting timezones) I believe it will do.
Think of it as my way of making up for becoming so sorely distracted from your case. My current address is on the back of the envelope.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
April 4th, 2018
Dear Ms. von Karma,
Thank you so much for your letter! I can't tell you how pleased I was to receive it. Surprised, too - I had to read it over several times to make sure it was really from you! I wasn't expecting to hear from you again. I was so happy that I even told Mr. Wright all about it when he came to visit me.
I truly appreciate the offer. How are you finding Germany?
With gratitude,
Adrian Andrews
08.04.18
Dear Ms. A. Andrews,
Adrian Andrews. What manner of fool are you? Had I known our exchange would deteriorate into such foolish “small talk” with your very first reply, I never would have put paper to pen in the first place! Consider the facts:
1. Your letter is dated 4th April (despite your insistence on writing the date backwards), and as I am under the impression that you are not the sort of woman who procrastinates, that means it takes a full four days for my letters to reach you. Furthermore, I am certain you are capable of reading the date on this letter without needing me to draw additional attention to it (note in particular the way I have written it in the correct order); all in all, eight days have gone by since my initial letter. I expect that it will be another four days until you are able to read this, providing that the fools who run the American postal service do not create any further delays.
In short: we do not have time to waste.
2. I am aware of that you are grateful; a von Karma's generosity is second to none. There is no need to point this out.
3. Your resources are limited. The paper you are writing on is of such low quality that it would not take much to convince me it previously had a career as grease paper in a fast food establishment. I can practically see the table through it as I read. To make matters worse, you are writing with a pathetically blunt pencil. Were I not so versed in reading even the most appalling handwriting, I might have to strain my eyes. It is fortunate that I am able to tell that your hand writing would be pleasing to the eye, were you equipped with a suitable pen, and that you have a commendable grasp on your own language's grammar.
Once again, in short: do not waste what little you have on gushing. It is a letter, Adrian Andrews; you have plenty of time to regain control of your emotions before putting - in your case - pencil to paper. Recover from the shock before writing to me.
4. I did not wish to hear about Mr. Phoenix Wright, or Mr. Anybody, when I wrote to you. Do not make the same mistake twice.
5. You make it sound as if my return home is some sort of vacation. I am not here to sight-see, Adrian Andrews. Think before you ask such poorly-phrased questions.
I wrote to you with a purpose, and did not wait for a reply so that I could indulge myself in your rambling, drawn out attempt at saying “thank you.” I look forward to hearing something of interest from you in the future.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
April 16th, 2018
Dear Ms. von Karma,
First of all, I'm sorry for my late response. I hope you don't think it was because of the tone of your letter - you made some excellent points, and I'm sorry that my first letter was so lacking. I didn't want to seek advice from you straight away, in case it seemed that I was taking advantage of your wonderful offer. I also wasn't sure that you'd want to hear me ramble on about my current situation, despite what you said. Honestly, you don't owe me anything at all! I was horrified when I heard you'd been shot, after giving me such sound advice. (Oh, yes: the letter is late because there was trouble with some of the inmates, and all of us were punished as a result.)
Well - now that I've started writing, let me tell you a little about how things are. I'm adjusting strangely well, actually. I expected there to be at least a bit of difficulty, and while it isn't particularly nice in here, I'm sort of grateful. Because of this, once I've repaid my debt to society, I know that I'll be able to start over in the real world, and do something that I truly want to. Nothing that involves babysitting stars.
I've opted to stay in a dorm, and help work in the kitchen. I like to be kept busy, and I'm not certain what I'd do trapped in a cell all day long. The work is menial, and some of the other inmates manage to irritate me. We pack lunches for the entire facility at six AM, and although it's simply a case of bundling bread, a filling, some sort of snack and a piece of fruit into a bag, a surprising number of people seem incapable of doing that! I've seen lunches made up with two sachets of peanut butter and no bread, and that's not even the worst of it. I have to spend hours rearranging things when all it really needed in the first place was people taking a second or two to double check what they were packing.
That's not actually a real problem though, is it?
I suppose my bunk mate isn't as accommodating as she could be. I'm on the top bunk, you see, which means I get to spent a lot of time staring at the ceiling, and she's been here for a lot longer than I have. Almost a year, in fact. She says this (and by “this,” I assume she means the dorm) is her “house” and snaps at me for little to no reason. Usually, my bed isn't neat enough, in spite of me having made sure that the blanket is lined up perfectly with the frame of the bed. I know that it doesn't sound like much, but when everything's added up, it's kind of intimidating.
Most of the other inmates are incarcerated for one of three reasons: drugs, prostitution or petty theft. I thought it was a good idea to be vague about why I'm being kept here.
... oh, but I'd better cut this short. I'm running out of space, which I'm sure you can tell! My writing's been getting smaller and smaller with every paragraph. I hope you're doing well, and look forward to hearing from you soon.
Best regards,
Adrian Andrews
20.04.18
Dear Ms. A. Andrews,
It is good to see something of actual substance from you, Adrian Andrews.
You are, however, correct: none of that is a real problem. You are smart enough to not let yourself become idle while in detention - many would resign themselves to misery - so there is no reason that you cannot deal with those minor challenges. From the sound of your letter, you are meticulously well organised. Perhaps you should be running the jail, Adrian Andrews! I have little doubt that you would be more effective than the fools who see fit to delay the transit of my letters. Now that we have established what is wrong, let us further discuss what will eventually be right. After all, I can do nothing about the inmates you have come to associate yourself with.
Allow me to remind you that your sentence was settled at a mere ninety days. Even that low number sounds worse than it really is; you be able to leave a full thirty days early if the aforementioned fools believe you have been behaving well, and I am certain you are better behaved than most. Additionally, there is every chance that you will be let out before your allotted time slot has been filled.
Following that, you will be free to do as you wish. What qualifications do you have, Adrian Andrews? I would hate to see you become idle after this. The only thing more foolish than a fool is a fool who wastes their potential! I trust that you are financially sound, what with your former position at Global Studios.
I, naturally, will have no difficulty in assisting you, should you require help.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
April 25th, 2018
Dear Ms. von Karma,
It's strange - you said there was nothing you could do about my situation, but two days before receiving a letter from you (23rd), the woman in the bunk below mine was transferred to another part of the facility. No one can come up with a good explanation why! If I was dealing with anyone else, I might think it was a coincidence, but I've no doubt that you're a woman with many connections.
As for qualifications, I have a degree in English Literature. It's not the most useful of qualifications, I know-I would've continued my studies and gained additional qualifications, but my father insisted that I go straight into full-time work. Considering the fact that he paid for the bulk of my tuition, I didn't have much room to object. I even worked part time while I was at university. I've only ever worked for Global Studios; I started off as Celes an assistant, and became a manager a little over eighteen months ago.
That's a far as my experience goes. At this point in my life, I doubt I want to go back into education. I suppose I should be grateful for any job I can get, really! Most places aren't too keen on hiring criminals. Luckily, I always made sure to put 20% of my earnings into a saving account each month.
Thank you for taking the time out of your day to write to me, by the way. I know you must be incredibly busy! I look forward to receiving a letter from you every day.
Best wishes,
Adrian
(p.s. now that we're writing to each other regularly, you can call me Adrian! You don't need the Ms. part, or anything as formal as my surname.)
29.04.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
I am well aware of what I may and may not call you, thank you kindly. Do not think that I do so merely to be polite, Adrian Andrews; perhaps I simply enjoy alliteration. That said, I suppose it is fine if you refer to me in your writing as Franziska. After all, we are “pen pals,” are we not?
Were you anyone else, I would say that your prospects were beyond poor. However, as you are, in fact, Adrian Andrews, I am sure you have some trick up your sleeve. It would be disappointing if you were to go back to relying on the apparent generosity of your parents. Do not allow their opinions to sway you too far. It is rather unbecoming.
One thing of note: as of tomorrow (30th April) we will have been in contact for full calendar month. Longer, by the time you receive this. Your release date is ever nearing, Adrian Andrews. Do not let your resolve weaken at this point.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
May 5th, 2018
Dear Franziska,
I really appreciate everything you said in your last letter! Your confidence in me and your reassurance honestly does make the days go by faster. The bit about being pen pals especially cheered me up after rough day. (One of inmates' shoes went missing, and we were all forced to stay on our bunks in silence until they were returned. It was a long six hours.)
What you said about my parents is true. I can't depend on them anymore - in fact, I don't think I should allow myself to depend on anyone. They've been oddly supportive about all of this, actually. They've already visited me twice, but I told them not to come again; it doesn't seem worth the hassle, when they have to travel for an hour and a half each way, wait in line for another few hours, only to spend twenty minutes with me. I thought they'd be angry, but they only want me home, safe and sound. It's nice. There's always been a sort of awkwardness between us, because they're quietly Conservative. It's an elephant in the room type situation.
I know this will probably sound silly, but I'm feeling a little apprehensive about getting out. I've been cooped up for so long I'm starting to worry that I won't be able to do things for myself - the routine here is so strict, and there's nothing I can do without prior permission. It seems a little overwhelming. Of course, once I get out, I expect that I'll be fine! It's just nerves, and me being irrational.
… that's an awful lot about me, isn't it? I'm almost tempted to start over and omit a big chunk of that, but I don't have the paper to waste. How are you, Ms. v Franziska? I find myself constantly wondering what you're up to in Germany, and how you spend your days. I hope it isn't too personal a question!
From Adrian.
10.05.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
Hah! An elephant in the room. What an utterly foolish turn of phrase.
Rest assured, I am not actively attempting to reassure you. I suppose it is simply something that comes across naturally in the stroke of my pen. As for what I am doing: I am working tirelessly, having taken on the arduous task of obtaining perfection for a second time. I will spare you the details, as I am certain they would not interest you.
Other than that, I suppose you could say that I am well. I have been attending a great number of prestigious events, at which I am the centre of attention. Naturally. It is a good thing that my wardrobe is more than sufficient. A von Karma is not seen to socialise in the same outfit more than once.
Do not think to take back anything you've said, Adrian Andrews. I was the one who said that your letters should focus on what is important, rather than foolish small talk. Additionally, do not think that you should refrain from depending on others entirely. There are plenty of people who would be willing to assist you, once you are released.
Have you ever visited Europe, Adrian Andrews?
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
May 14th, 2018
Dear Franziska,
Germany sounds exciting, even if you are putting in an impressive amount of work! Unfortunately, I've never had the chance to travel that far. The closest I ever came to that was my trip to Switzerland with a work colleague. It wasn't my choice, but it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. My family always went on vacation to Canada (my aunt moved there around ten years ago), and I've always worried that my grasp on European languages isn't good enough. I know a little French - intermediate, at best! - and that's all. I expect that I'd be able to order a meal, though I'd probably embarrass myself in the process.
And while it's nice that you'd say that sort of thing, I haven't really spent the past few years making friends. In truth, I did the exact opposite. I think that this will be a really good opportunity to get back in touch with those I've lost contact with. Then again, I
I'm sorry to cut this short, Franziska, but this is my last scrap of paper. Hopefully I'll be able to secure some more within the next few days! Until then, take care.
- Adrian
20.05.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
Well, at least you made the effort to explain yourself. Had I received half of a torn page, with some sort of ill-advised collection of song lyrics scrawled onto the back (the writing there, from what I am able to tell, is not yours; I shall make every effort to not hold it against you), from anyone else, I would not even have seen for it fit to end up on my fire.
Additionally, Adrian Andrews, you seem to have missed my point entirely. Furthermore, I believe you have done so on purpose, as if to avoid yourself the embarrassment of misinterpreting my words. I was not speaking of France. Only a fool would speak of France while they reside in Germany, and I am no fool. I will have you know that my homeland is an impressive one; if you are after a so-called “fresh start,” then there is nowhere better to clear your head.
I will not ask why you thought to learn French when there are far more worthy languages at hand, and instead assume that it is another failing of your education system.
Additionally, I have been taking care. Thank you for your concern, no matter how unnecessary it is.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
n.b. I have enclosed a blank sheet of paper. Use it as you see fit.
June 27th, 2018
Dear Franziska,
I am so, so, so sorry that I've taken this long to reply. I could fill this entire page with apologies, and you still wouldn't understand how bad I feel about it! This is my fourth draft of this letter; I think rather than beg for forgiveness I should tell you about what's happened - provided I can remember the correct order after all this time.
First of all, there was another delay in getting your letter. Our mail was kept from us for a whole week, and even then, there was so much noise when it was finally being distributed that they stopped halfway through. Before I even got your letter I was told that I was going to be released. It was a little scary, to be honest. I thought I had been pulled to one side for one of the usual reasons (to be told that I had to work at a different time, or some such), but when I was told that I was being let out, I almost felt as if I should ask to stay.
It's silly, I know. I realized just how irrational it was at the time. As I left, I was given your letter, and I clung to it for the longest hour imaginable as I sat in a holding cell, waiting for the paperwork to be processed. I'd completely forgotten what I was wearing when they took me in, but it was so incredibly strange to put my own clothing on after so long - it actually fit me properly. After that, the whole thing was over surprisingly quickly. They opened a door, I walked out of the jail, and that was that. I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.
When I arrived, it was late at night, and along with the caging on the prison bus windows, I wasn't able to clearly see the facility. Really, it doesn't look like I imagined it would! It's just another building - had I been driving past it, I don't think I would've looked twice.
I think I'd forgotten just how wide the sky is, too. I stood there staring at it for far too long. The people passing on the sidewalk must've thought I was crazy.
A passing man who apparently didn't think I was crazy was nice enough to let me borrow his cell phone. My parents were there to pick me up within a few hours, and I read your letter in the car on the way home.
From then onwards, everything happened so quickly. I didn't even realize how long it'd been since I received your letter until a few days ago, when everything finally caught up with me. After all that had happened, I didn't want to return to my apartment. Honestly, I should've moved out of it years ago. I stayed with my parents (not my first choice, but not terrible, either) for a few weeks - my original plan was to stay there until I secured myself a job, but a few weeks went by, and I soon realized that I get along with them so much better when I'm subjected to small doses of them.
As you can see from the address on the back of the envelope, I'm now living somewhere else entirely! I've had to dig into my savings more than I'd like, but I now have a cosy little apartment of my own - I'm looking forward to getting to decorate it. I have a row of paint sample lined up on my kitchen table, and I'm trying to figure out what will work the best with the natural light that comes in.1
Other than attempting to move all of my things over, I've had to deal with a lot of surprise visits. Mostly from family I haven't seen for some time, and friends I didn't think were friends anymore - the whole thing has been exhausting. The more time that passes from being released from jail, the less comfortable I feel talking about it. Everyone asks the same questions, too. It's irritating, in one way, but I have to remind myself that they don't know half a dozen other people have already asked the exact same thing.
It's so nice to have some time to myself. I've drafted a dozen letters to you in my head these past few months, and even now I can tell that I'm missing so much out.
Recently, I've been sending off résumés in every possible direction. I'm hearing back from less than ten percent of the businesses I write to, and usually it's a standard letter of rejection, but after a few rather persuasive phone calls, I've managed to secure two interviews: one with Lordly Tailor, and another with the curator of a local museum. It's definitely a change of pace for me! I'm as nervous as I am excited.
Oh, and with regards to what you said about Germany. Whenever I've been feeling stressed (which is unfortunately often), I entertain the thought of darting over there. It's a shame that I don't currently have the funds - we'll just have to see how these interviews pan out. I even spoke to my parents about it, actually. They said it was odd to visit a pen pal, but I later realized that they both have a terrible fear of flying. No wonder we always drove all the way to Canada!
Goodness, this has gotten rather long, hasn't it? I hope I still have your attention, Franziska. I think I'll have to leave it there, otherwise I'll never be able to stop.
Best wishes,
Adrian
1 It's a lovely place, but there's only a tiny window in the living room. Anything darker than a pastel color would probably make me feel claustrophobic, and I'd like to get the coloring right the first time around.
31.06.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
Before I get to the important parts, let me first ask this: did you honestly use a footnote in a letter, so that you could foolish ramble about the potential colours of an apartment I have yet to see? Rest assured, Adrian Andrews, that I laughed out loud upon reading it. The thought that you are so concerned about colours matching that you would enlist the help of somebody who has no idea of how your apartment looks is an amusing one. At least I know you are not one to overlook even the most trivial of details.
Now, to more pressing issues. You did not need to apologise at all, Adrian Andrews, though the effort is appreciated. I, of course, have been in near constant contact with the jail; I would go as far as to say that I most likely knew you were being released before you did. While I have noticed the lack of your letters that usually accompany my breakfast, it has been no crying matter. I am pleased to see that you are managing your time well, and moving on in the world. It is commendable. When you attend your interviews (if you have not already done so by the time this letter arrives), ensure that you show no signs of weakness, and be so powerfully upfront about whatever you are asked that your potential employers do not have the chance to make fools of themselves by not hiring you.
Keep in mind that I do not expect you to remain without work for more than another month, Adrian Andrews.
I did notice something foolish in your behaviour, however. If you are receiving unwanted visitors at your new apartment, then it is your own fault for foolishly allowing your new address to fall into their knowledge. I am certain you have enough of a spine to let your guests know that they are not welcome to drop by on a mere whim.
Now that you have repaid your debt to society, I see no reason for this business of pen pals to continue. It is a shame that you have only now secured yourself adequate writing material when our written contact is drawing to a close. Allow me to say that it has been something of an enjoyable experience. It is also beneficial for one to take short breaks from constant work, you realise.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
July 3rd, 2018
Dear Franziska,
Thank you so much for everything you've done for me, Franziska. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it all. Without your guidance and advice, I'm certain I would've lost all hope while in jail. Beyond that, you've really been a wonderful friend to me.
If you ever want to get into contact with me again, you know my address.
With gratitude,
Adrian Andrews
07.07.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
Adrian Andrews. The brevity of your last letter is disheartening. It gives the impression that some cruel individual was kicking your beloved pet dog at the time of your writing. I see no other reason for you to appear so very distracted.
I never thought you to be such a fool! Had this exchanged happened in person, you would have met the business end of my whip several times over. Do not think that I sought to cut off all communication entirely. Try to think back to what I initially told you: that writing was the most efficient means of contact we had while you were in jail.
I will not be away from America forever, Adrian Andrews. Below my address I have included my telephone number; keep in mind that I am in a timezone nine hours ahead of yours, and will not take kindly to being woken during the small hours of the morning.
Yours sincerely (with some manner of reluctance),
Franziska von Karma.
CHARACTERS: Adrian Andrews/Franziska von Karma
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 4,754
SUMMARY: A series of short letters sent between Franziska and Adrian, from 30th March to 7th July, 2018.
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30.03.18
Dear Ms. A. Andrews,
Good evening. I am writing to you, and have every intention of keeping it brief: should you find the need to consult with me about any matter that has become an issue for you, do not do the foolish thing - that is, hesitate to write to me. I understand that this method of communication is not as effective as some, but considering certain limitations (namely, your current predicament and conflicting timezones) I believe it will do.
Think of it as my way of making up for becoming so sorely distracted from your case. My current address is on the back of the envelope.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
April 4th, 2018
Dear Ms. von Karma,
Thank you so much for your letter! I can't tell you how pleased I was to receive it. Surprised, too - I had to read it over several times to make sure it was really from you! I wasn't expecting to hear from you again. I was so happy that I even told Mr. Wright all about it when he came to visit me.
I truly appreciate the offer. How are you finding Germany?
With gratitude,
Adrian Andrews
08.04.18
Dear Ms. A. Andrews,
Adrian Andrews. What manner of fool are you? Had I known our exchange would deteriorate into such foolish “small talk” with your very first reply, I never would have put paper to pen in the first place! Consider the facts:
1. Your letter is dated 4th April (despite your insistence on writing the date backwards), and as I am under the impression that you are not the sort of woman who procrastinates, that means it takes a full four days for my letters to reach you. Furthermore, I am certain you are capable of reading the date on this letter without needing me to draw additional attention to it (note in particular the way I have written it in the correct order); all in all, eight days have gone by since my initial letter. I expect that it will be another four days until you are able to read this, providing that the fools who run the American postal service do not create any further delays.
In short: we do not have time to waste.
2. I am aware of that you are grateful; a von Karma's generosity is second to none. There is no need to point this out.
3. Your resources are limited. The paper you are writing on is of such low quality that it would not take much to convince me it previously had a career as grease paper in a fast food establishment. I can practically see the table through it as I read. To make matters worse, you are writing with a pathetically blunt pencil. Were I not so versed in reading even the most appalling handwriting, I might have to strain my eyes. It is fortunate that I am able to tell that your hand writing would be pleasing to the eye, were you equipped with a suitable pen, and that you have a commendable grasp on your own language's grammar.
Once again, in short: do not waste what little you have on gushing. It is a letter, Adrian Andrews; you have plenty of time to regain control of your emotions before putting - in your case - pencil to paper. Recover from the shock before writing to me.
4. I did not wish to hear about Mr. Phoenix Wright, or Mr. Anybody, when I wrote to you. Do not make the same mistake twice.
5. You make it sound as if my return home is some sort of vacation. I am not here to sight-see, Adrian Andrews. Think before you ask such poorly-phrased questions.
I wrote to you with a purpose, and did not wait for a reply so that I could indulge myself in your rambling, drawn out attempt at saying “thank you.” I look forward to hearing something of interest from you in the future.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
April 16th, 2018
Dear Ms. von Karma,
First of all, I'm sorry for my late response. I hope you don't think it was because of the tone of your letter - you made some excellent points, and I'm sorry that my first letter was so lacking. I didn't want to seek advice from you straight away, in case it seemed that I was taking advantage of your wonderful offer. I also wasn't sure that you'd want to hear me ramble on about my current situation, despite what you said. Honestly, you don't owe me anything at all! I was horrified when I heard you'd been shot, after giving me such sound advice. (Oh, yes: the letter is late because there was trouble with some of the inmates, and all of us were punished as a result.)
Well - now that I've started writing, let me tell you a little about how things are. I'm adjusting strangely well, actually. I expected there to be at least a bit of difficulty, and while it isn't particularly nice in here, I'm sort of grateful. Because of this, once I've repaid my debt to society, I know that I'll be able to start over in the real world, and do something that I truly want to. Nothing that involves babysitting stars.
I've opted to stay in a dorm, and help work in the kitchen. I like to be kept busy, and I'm not certain what I'd do trapped in a cell all day long. The work is menial, and some of the other inmates manage to irritate me. We pack lunches for the entire facility at six AM, and although it's simply a case of bundling bread, a filling, some sort of snack and a piece of fruit into a bag, a surprising number of people seem incapable of doing that! I've seen lunches made up with two sachets of peanut butter and no bread, and that's not even the worst of it. I have to spend hours rearranging things when all it really needed in the first place was people taking a second or two to double check what they were packing.
That's not actually a real problem though, is it?
I suppose my bunk mate isn't as accommodating as she could be. I'm on the top bunk, you see, which means I get to spent a lot of time staring at the ceiling, and she's been here for a lot longer than I have. Almost a year, in fact. She says this (and by “this,” I assume she means the dorm) is her “house” and snaps at me for little to no reason. Usually, my bed isn't neat enough, in spite of me having made sure that the blanket is lined up perfectly with the frame of the bed. I know that it doesn't sound like much, but when everything's added up, it's kind of intimidating.
Most of the other inmates are incarcerated for one of three reasons: drugs, prostitution or petty theft. I thought it was a good idea to be vague about why I'm being kept here.
... oh, but I'd better cut this short. I'm running out of space, which I'm sure you can tell! My writing's been getting smaller and smaller with every paragraph. I hope you're doing well, and look forward to hearing from you soon.
Best regards,
Adrian Andrews
20.04.18
Dear Ms. A. Andrews,
It is good to see something of actual substance from you, Adrian Andrews.
You are, however, correct: none of that is a real problem. You are smart enough to not let yourself become idle while in detention - many would resign themselves to misery - so there is no reason that you cannot deal with those minor challenges. From the sound of your letter, you are meticulously well organised. Perhaps you should be running the jail, Adrian Andrews! I have little doubt that you would be more effective than the fools who see fit to delay the transit of my letters. Now that we have established what is wrong, let us further discuss what will eventually be right. After all, I can do nothing about the inmates you have come to associate yourself with.
Allow me to remind you that your sentence was settled at a mere ninety days. Even that low number sounds worse than it really is; you be able to leave a full thirty days early if the aforementioned fools believe you have been behaving well, and I am certain you are better behaved than most. Additionally, there is every chance that you will be let out before your allotted time slot has been filled.
Following that, you will be free to do as you wish. What qualifications do you have, Adrian Andrews? I would hate to see you become idle after this. The only thing more foolish than a fool is a fool who wastes their potential! I trust that you are financially sound, what with your former position at Global Studios.
I, naturally, will have no difficulty in assisting you, should you require help.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
April 25th, 2018
Dear Ms. von Karma,
It's strange - you said there was nothing you could do about my situation, but two days before receiving a letter from you (23rd), the woman in the bunk below mine was transferred to another part of the facility. No one can come up with a good explanation why! If I was dealing with anyone else, I might think it was a coincidence, but I've no doubt that you're a woman with many connections.
As for qualifications, I have a degree in English Literature. It's not the most useful of qualifications, I know-I would've continued my studies and gained additional qualifications, but my father insisted that I go straight into full-time work. Considering the fact that he paid for the bulk of my tuition, I didn't have much room to object. I even worked part time while I was at university. I've only ever worked for Global Studios; I started off as Celes an assistant, and became a manager a little over eighteen months ago.
That's a far as my experience goes. At this point in my life, I doubt I want to go back into education. I suppose I should be grateful for any job I can get, really! Most places aren't too keen on hiring criminals. Luckily, I always made sure to put 20% of my earnings into a saving account each month.
Thank you for taking the time out of your day to write to me, by the way. I know you must be incredibly busy! I look forward to receiving a letter from you every day.
Best wishes,
Adrian
(p.s. now that we're writing to each other regularly, you can call me Adrian! You don't need the Ms. part, or anything as formal as my surname.)
29.04.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
I am well aware of what I may and may not call you, thank you kindly. Do not think that I do so merely to be polite, Adrian Andrews; perhaps I simply enjoy alliteration. That said, I suppose it is fine if you refer to me in your writing as Franziska. After all, we are “pen pals,” are we not?
Were you anyone else, I would say that your prospects were beyond poor. However, as you are, in fact, Adrian Andrews, I am sure you have some trick up your sleeve. It would be disappointing if you were to go back to relying on the apparent generosity of your parents. Do not allow their opinions to sway you too far. It is rather unbecoming.
One thing of note: as of tomorrow (30th April) we will have been in contact for full calendar month. Longer, by the time you receive this. Your release date is ever nearing, Adrian Andrews. Do not let your resolve weaken at this point.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
May 5th, 2018
Dear Franziska,
I really appreciate everything you said in your last letter! Your confidence in me and your reassurance honestly does make the days go by faster. The bit about being pen pals especially cheered me up after rough day. (One of inmates' shoes went missing, and we were all forced to stay on our bunks in silence until they were returned. It was a long six hours.)
What you said about my parents is true. I can't depend on them anymore - in fact, I don't think I should allow myself to depend on anyone. They've been oddly supportive about all of this, actually. They've already visited me twice, but I told them not to come again; it doesn't seem worth the hassle, when they have to travel for an hour and a half each way, wait in line for another few hours, only to spend twenty minutes with me. I thought they'd be angry, but they only want me home, safe and sound. It's nice. There's always been a sort of awkwardness between us, because they're quietly Conservative. It's an elephant in the room type situation.
I know this will probably sound silly, but I'm feeling a little apprehensive about getting out. I've been cooped up for so long I'm starting to worry that I won't be able to do things for myself - the routine here is so strict, and there's nothing I can do without prior permission. It seems a little overwhelming. Of course, once I get out, I expect that I'll be fine! It's just nerves, and me being irrational.
… that's an awful lot about me, isn't it? I'm almost tempted to start over and omit a big chunk of that, but I don't have the paper to waste. How are you, Ms. v Franziska? I find myself constantly wondering what you're up to in Germany, and how you spend your days. I hope it isn't too personal a question!
From Adrian.
10.05.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
Hah! An elephant in the room. What an utterly foolish turn of phrase.
Rest assured, I am not actively attempting to reassure you. I suppose it is simply something that comes across naturally in the stroke of my pen. As for what I am doing: I am working tirelessly, having taken on the arduous task of obtaining perfection for a second time. I will spare you the details, as I am certain they would not interest you.
Other than that, I suppose you could say that I am well. I have been attending a great number of prestigious events, at which I am the centre of attention. Naturally. It is a good thing that my wardrobe is more than sufficient. A von Karma is not seen to socialise in the same outfit more than once.
Do not think to take back anything you've said, Adrian Andrews. I was the one who said that your letters should focus on what is important, rather than foolish small talk. Additionally, do not think that you should refrain from depending on others entirely. There are plenty of people who would be willing to assist you, once you are released.
Have you ever visited Europe, Adrian Andrews?
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
May 14th, 2018
Dear Franziska,
Germany sounds exciting, even if you are putting in an impressive amount of work! Unfortunately, I've never had the chance to travel that far. The closest I ever came to that was my trip to Switzerland with a work colleague. It wasn't my choice, but it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. My family always went on vacation to Canada (my aunt moved there around ten years ago), and I've always worried that my grasp on European languages isn't good enough. I know a little French - intermediate, at best! - and that's all. I expect that I'd be able to order a meal, though I'd probably embarrass myself in the process.
And while it's nice that you'd say that sort of thing, I haven't really spent the past few years making friends. In truth, I did the exact opposite. I think that this will be a really good opportunity to get back in touch with those I've lost contact with. Then again, I
I'm sorry to cut this short, Franziska, but this is my last scrap of paper. Hopefully I'll be able to secure some more within the next few days! Until then, take care.
- Adrian
20.05.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
Well, at least you made the effort to explain yourself. Had I received half of a torn page, with some sort of ill-advised collection of song lyrics scrawled onto the back (the writing there, from what I am able to tell, is not yours; I shall make every effort to not hold it against you), from anyone else, I would not even have seen for it fit to end up on my fire.
Additionally, Adrian Andrews, you seem to have missed my point entirely. Furthermore, I believe you have done so on purpose, as if to avoid yourself the embarrassment of misinterpreting my words. I was not speaking of France. Only a fool would speak of France while they reside in Germany, and I am no fool. I will have you know that my homeland is an impressive one; if you are after a so-called “fresh start,” then there is nowhere better to clear your head.
I will not ask why you thought to learn French when there are far more worthy languages at hand, and instead assume that it is another failing of your education system.
Additionally, I have been taking care. Thank you for your concern, no matter how unnecessary it is.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
n.b. I have enclosed a blank sheet of paper. Use it as you see fit.
June 27th, 2018
Dear Franziska,
I am so, so, so sorry that I've taken this long to reply. I could fill this entire page with apologies, and you still wouldn't understand how bad I feel about it! This is my fourth draft of this letter; I think rather than beg for forgiveness I should tell you about what's happened - provided I can remember the correct order after all this time.
First of all, there was another delay in getting your letter. Our mail was kept from us for a whole week, and even then, there was so much noise when it was finally being distributed that they stopped halfway through. Before I even got your letter I was told that I was going to be released. It was a little scary, to be honest. I thought I had been pulled to one side for one of the usual reasons (to be told that I had to work at a different time, or some such), but when I was told that I was being let out, I almost felt as if I should ask to stay.
It's silly, I know. I realized just how irrational it was at the time. As I left, I was given your letter, and I clung to it for the longest hour imaginable as I sat in a holding cell, waiting for the paperwork to be processed. I'd completely forgotten what I was wearing when they took me in, but it was so incredibly strange to put my own clothing on after so long - it actually fit me properly. After that, the whole thing was over surprisingly quickly. They opened a door, I walked out of the jail, and that was that. I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.
When I arrived, it was late at night, and along with the caging on the prison bus windows, I wasn't able to clearly see the facility. Really, it doesn't look like I imagined it would! It's just another building - had I been driving past it, I don't think I would've looked twice.
I think I'd forgotten just how wide the sky is, too. I stood there staring at it for far too long. The people passing on the sidewalk must've thought I was crazy.
A passing man who apparently didn't think I was crazy was nice enough to let me borrow his cell phone. My parents were there to pick me up within a few hours, and I read your letter in the car on the way home.
From then onwards, everything happened so quickly. I didn't even realize how long it'd been since I received your letter until a few days ago, when everything finally caught up with me. After all that had happened, I didn't want to return to my apartment. Honestly, I should've moved out of it years ago. I stayed with my parents (not my first choice, but not terrible, either) for a few weeks - my original plan was to stay there until I secured myself a job, but a few weeks went by, and I soon realized that I get along with them so much better when I'm subjected to small doses of them.
As you can see from the address on the back of the envelope, I'm now living somewhere else entirely! I've had to dig into my savings more than I'd like, but I now have a cosy little apartment of my own - I'm looking forward to getting to decorate it. I have a row of paint sample lined up on my kitchen table, and I'm trying to figure out what will work the best with the natural light that comes in.1
Other than attempting to move all of my things over, I've had to deal with a lot of surprise visits. Mostly from family I haven't seen for some time, and friends I didn't think were friends anymore - the whole thing has been exhausting. The more time that passes from being released from jail, the less comfortable I feel talking about it. Everyone asks the same questions, too. It's irritating, in one way, but I have to remind myself that they don't know half a dozen other people have already asked the exact same thing.
It's so nice to have some time to myself. I've drafted a dozen letters to you in my head these past few months, and even now I can tell that I'm missing so much out.
Recently, I've been sending off résumés in every possible direction. I'm hearing back from less than ten percent of the businesses I write to, and usually it's a standard letter of rejection, but after a few rather persuasive phone calls, I've managed to secure two interviews: one with Lordly Tailor, and another with the curator of a local museum. It's definitely a change of pace for me! I'm as nervous as I am excited.
Oh, and with regards to what you said about Germany. Whenever I've been feeling stressed (which is unfortunately often), I entertain the thought of darting over there. It's a shame that I don't currently have the funds - we'll just have to see how these interviews pan out. I even spoke to my parents about it, actually. They said it was odd to visit a pen pal, but I later realized that they both have a terrible fear of flying. No wonder we always drove all the way to Canada!
Goodness, this has gotten rather long, hasn't it? I hope I still have your attention, Franziska. I think I'll have to leave it there, otherwise I'll never be able to stop.
Best wishes,
Adrian
1 It's a lovely place, but there's only a tiny window in the living room. Anything darker than a pastel color would probably make me feel claustrophobic, and I'd like to get the coloring right the first time around.
31.06.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
Before I get to the important parts, let me first ask this: did you honestly use a footnote in a letter, so that you could foolish ramble about the potential colours of an apartment I have yet to see? Rest assured, Adrian Andrews, that I laughed out loud upon reading it. The thought that you are so concerned about colours matching that you would enlist the help of somebody who has no idea of how your apartment looks is an amusing one. At least I know you are not one to overlook even the most trivial of details.
Now, to more pressing issues. You did not need to apologise at all, Adrian Andrews, though the effort is appreciated. I, of course, have been in near constant contact with the jail; I would go as far as to say that I most likely knew you were being released before you did. While I have noticed the lack of your letters that usually accompany my breakfast, it has been no crying matter. I am pleased to see that you are managing your time well, and moving on in the world. It is commendable. When you attend your interviews (if you have not already done so by the time this letter arrives), ensure that you show no signs of weakness, and be so powerfully upfront about whatever you are asked that your potential employers do not have the chance to make fools of themselves by not hiring you.
Keep in mind that I do not expect you to remain without work for more than another month, Adrian Andrews.
I did notice something foolish in your behaviour, however. If you are receiving unwanted visitors at your new apartment, then it is your own fault for foolishly allowing your new address to fall into their knowledge. I am certain you have enough of a spine to let your guests know that they are not welcome to drop by on a mere whim.
Now that you have repaid your debt to society, I see no reason for this business of pen pals to continue. It is a shame that you have only now secured yourself adequate writing material when our written contact is drawing to a close. Allow me to say that it has been something of an enjoyable experience. It is also beneficial for one to take short breaks from constant work, you realise.
Yours sincerely,
Franziska von Karma
July 3rd, 2018
Dear Franziska,
Thank you so much for everything you've done for me, Franziska. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it all. Without your guidance and advice, I'm certain I would've lost all hope while in jail. Beyond that, you've really been a wonderful friend to me.
If you ever want to get into contact with me again, you know my address.
With gratitude,
Adrian Andrews
07.07.18
Dear Adrian Andrews,
Adrian Andrews. The brevity of your last letter is disheartening. It gives the impression that some cruel individual was kicking your beloved pet dog at the time of your writing. I see no other reason for you to appear so very distracted.
I never thought you to be such a fool! Had this exchanged happened in person, you would have met the business end of my whip several times over. Do not think that I sought to cut off all communication entirely. Try to think back to what I initially told you: that writing was the most efficient means of contact we had while you were in jail.
I will not be away from America forever, Adrian Andrews. Below my address I have included my telephone number; keep in mind that I am in a timezone nine hours ahead of yours, and will not take kindly to being woken during the small hours of the morning.
Yours sincerely (with some manner of reluctance),
Franziska von Karma.