"Oh heavens, they haven't been gone that long. Don't be such a worrywort Charles. You know what traffic is like this time of year," Miriam says, and then pulls some stationary from her purse. She bends her head over it, and with some thought, composes a letter to Ms. Erica Carlyle.
*Looking up from her writing, Miriam starts to dig through the piles of materials they have collected, looking for Erica's address. Assuming she can find it, she will put the letter in an envelope, address it and stamp it. Standing, she gathers her coat and hat.*
"I'm going to step out to put this letter in the mailbox and clear my head a bit gentlemen," she says, and carefully puts her hat on over her coifed hair.
Dear Ms. Carlyle,
I write to you to tender my apology for upsetting you the other day in Ricco's. It was truly not my intention to make you uneasy or to insult you in any way, and I beg forgiveness. Though you do not believe in my abilities, I do assure you I was not faking. I would not have ever insulted you, particularly in such a public place, if I had been working only in the sphere that we know.
Regardless if you believe me or not, I wish there to be no animosity between us. I desired to cause you no concern or worry, nor did I wish to speak ill of the dead. Indeed I wish you good fortune, and hope you will forgive an old woman's ramblings.
Sincerely,
Miriam LeGou
*Looking up from her writing, Miriam starts to dig through the piles of materials they have collected, looking for Erica's address. Assuming she can find it, she will put the letter in an envelope, address it and stamp it. Standing, she gathers her coat and hat.*
"I'm going to step out to put this letter in the mailbox and clear my head a bit gentlemen," she says, and carefully puts her hat on over her coifed hair.