Sylvie

[Sylvie Robards]

Lavinia,

At least a year, and it's a deal.

Lots of love,
Sylvie xxx

[Lavinia Hewer]

Sylvie,

Fine, a year.

I've found someone, by the way.

Love,
Lav

[Sylvie Robards]

Lav,

Shit. What? Who?

Shit. What? Who?

Love, Sylvie. xxx

[Lavinia Hewer]

Sylvie,

Shit? Why are you saying shit, dear sister?

Anyway, his name is Nicholas. He's a peach, really. He's mature, but not so mature that he's boring. Oh, he's also in The Fifth Horseman.

Love,
Lav

[Sylvie Robards]

Lavinia,

Why do think? I'm terrified! I'll go though, I promise, and I'll try to enjoy myself.

I didn't know there was someone called Nicholas in the Fifth Horseman? Are you sure? He sounds nice though, even if he might be a pathological liar. Do I have to write to him or whatever before I go, or do I just turn up? Where are we going? Oh help

Lots of love,
Sylvie xxxx

[Lavinia Hewer]

Sylvie,

Relax, there isn't a thing to be worried about. Come on, you're the therapist here. Talk yourself through this, yeah?

I am positive. I did a photoshoot for them. I shouldn't have told you Just trust me, okay?

How the hell did you psychoanalyze him when you haven't even met him?! You're hopeless He says it's up to you - I can set up a place and time, if you'd like; or you can write him and do it yourself.

Love,
Lav

[Sylvie Robards]

Lavinia,

Don't be sarcastic, you cruel girl - you're not the one whose sister might have set her up with a deranged madman. That wasn't psychoanalysis, and neither was that last bit.

I'll write to him myself, but thank-you.

How are the boys and George?

Love you lots,
S xxx