Sudden Summer Breeze

A few weeks after the funeral something happened to change Prince’s unbridled behavior. He received a letter. It was a lovely March morning and Prince was thinking of his hot date with Susan Bell. Purely sex. Who needed love? Not him, not now, not ever again. He walked over to his post office box, expecting the same old stuff, letters from family, ads, credit card applications, bills and notes from his friends. Princeton quickly glanced through the mail and started to dump it in his book bag when he noticed an unusual letter post marked from Los Angeles!? Wondering who it was from, he turned it over to see who the sender was, his heart stopped, his hands shook and he dropped the letter to the ground. The name VALENCIA HUNTINGTON loomed up at him. The chill creeping through his body, kept him frozen to the spot for an eternal moment. Finally, he picked up the letter and darted off to his room.

He locked the door and threw his book bag on his bed. He wanted to read the letter alone, in the privacy of his room, without any disturbances. He sat down on the chair in front of his desk, picked up his letter opener and ripped open the envelope. A swarm of emotions besieged him...excitement--fear...curiosity...joy...nervousness...guilt.  It was a push and pull going on with his heart. Part of him wanted to read the letter and a part of him didn‘t. What if it was something he didn’t want to know? She had to have written this letter before she died. Why was he just now receiving the letter? What the hell would it say? Open the letter fool! His palms began to sweat as he pulled out the single sheet of yellow notebook paper. He slowly unfolded it and recognized Valencia’s handwriting right away.