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Messenger: Out of the Blue

As we drank, I wondered (not for the first time) why she had agreed to come with me. I wasn’t entirely sure why I had asked her, or even why or where I was going.

It had been a farewell party to celebrate my brother’s admission to the prestigious Four Peaks Military Academy. My sister had arranged for me to meet another round of her friends, but I hadn’t minded. My mother and elder sister seemed to have embarked on a campaign to get me married off this year – perhaps disappointed with their failure to find my brother a woman. I was vaguely amused by the sheer number of pretty faces they had found.

After perhaps half a dozen introductions to elegant and very eligible young women, I had excused myself and stepped out. She joined me on the balcony and we chatted for a while; I felt comfortable, even happy just talking to her – in contrast to the others who had at best made me nervous.

Then, for no good reason whatsoever, I had told her that I was going to travel for a while and asked if she wanted to come.

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