My Dearest Bo:
I'm sorry, my darling, for the tardiness in my reply to your letters and gifts. My handler has me working my fingers to the bone as of late. It seems she is not pleased with my cavorting and gallivanting.
My life here is just ghastly.
She forces me to clean and organize her sewing room almost daily and boy has she got a lot of stuff. Her sudden surge of creativity keeps things in a perpetual state of disarray!
To be honest, at the end of the day, I'm just too bone tired to write. But the recent photo you sent has haunted me. Your good looks and charm are so captivating.
Bo, your way with words is intoxicating and your gifts are so thoughtful.
When your flowers arrived
I knew instantly they would be the perfect addition to my Halloween gown.
My darling, I am breathless as I anticipate our being together again at the Halloween Ball. I will bring our love child, Aldolfo so you two can finally meet.
I pray that you will take us away from this hellacious life and make an honest woman of me.
With eternal love,