About this story
Robin talks to you as himself rather than as Priscilla's intended, and the visits multiply past any excuse of duty, until Priscilla comes for midsummer and watches him move through your home like his own. At dusk she asks you to walk with her alone, and through the window behind you, Robin reads a letter she needs you to explain.
How it opens
Priscilla's letter arrived three weeks after she had sworn never to marry.
Mrs FreanHarriett, read it aloud; happiness should not be made to wait outside.
You unfolded pages written with the speed of someone outrunning her former certainty.
Priscilla HeavenI have not known Robin long, but he makes time feel irrelevant.
Mr FreanA dangerous gift in a banker, though perhaps useful in a husband.
Choose
I am glad because Priscilla has never believed happiness would choose her.
She sounds frightened beneath every happy sentence.