He strode through the Gut of New Babbage, whistling as he went. A rather grubby looking brown paper envelope was brushed idly back and forth over the palm of his left hand as those heavy boots of his clomped over the cobbles, carrying him down to a certain Spanish dame’s office. That envelope with Bianca’s name scratched across it was slid under the door and off he headed across town for the docks.
The note read simply:
Hey there, darling. Takin a trip back to New York to take care of some old business and to see my old man. I be seein you soon as I can. You be sure to punch ol Ghede’s lights out fer me with that new arm of yers If he tries gettin up yor skirts. And if Mags gets in yur hair, jus tell her I’ll bring her somethin from home if she behaves. I’ll try to bring ya somethin fancy too. Till I get back keep the fires goin.
Hell’s bells, he really could write! Though his spelling was terrible and it was in print just legible enough that she wouldn’t have to strain to read it. It was signed simply with a finger print of bright red from his cap.
(Real life’s getting really busy right now, so I won’t be in SL for a bit. Don’t you people go and do anything I would while I’m gone. ;)