I look for your letters every morning, when my dad brings up the post. They're never there and I look for them all the same and I know they won't come while I'm looking. I know how these things work, you see. Your letters will come - if at all - one day after I've forgotten to look for them, and forgotten that there were letters to look for - and then what fragile peace there would have been will come tumbling down and I'll start looking for letters that will never come all over again.