<i>Dear Brother<br/>
<br/>
I received your last letter just the other day and it's good to hear from good old England again. I'm slowly getting used to life in America but every day I miss all things small and great. I even find myself missing that miserable London weather, can you imagine? Really, I'd rather have those gray days rather than the heat that continues to torment me, especially at night. My employers-</i><br/><br/>Cathy lifted her pen of the letter-in-the-making and looked at the two in question. As far as employers went, Enzo and Izzy weren't that bad. Enzo had more money and looks than sense but that's why you've got accountants and financial advisers in the first place. Though equipped with far more smarts than her brother, Izzy had her own streak of eccentricity. For a week Catherine had thought Izzy to be a guy and she's still not confident about Izzy's feminity. The two were currently engaged in another quarrel of theirs. Cathy rarely got involved. It was unseemly, and she was  here to deal with the books not their disagreements.<br/><br/>An annoyed frown crested Catherine's brow when Enzo suggested that England could be at the axis side of the conflict. She might have dodged her draft, but she still retained her sense of pride for queen and country. Catherine's pen noted down the banner's cost under unrecoupable losses while watching Izzy storm off to the showers and tables. Catherine had a habit of of showering before people got up both to escape the crowds currently hogging the cabins as well as to avoid getting her body seen.<br/><b><br/>
"That could've gone better...but not a lot better."</b>The Cirque's "Princess" noted to Enzo as she watched people flock around the  circus' most liked tomboy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>