Elson gningerly swung into a sitting position on the bed to hand her his tray as he pondered that. He didn't even know where he was going nest - wherever Templeton thought was best, really. And even if when he got there, chances were good he wouldn't be there long enough to wait for his letter to reach her and for her to send a return letter.
Still ...
"Yes, I would like that. I can send you a letter when my friend and I get to where we're going."
(Author's note:...
