<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/GkkRrdlkcwlI.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez (aka Letty) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9815927#msg9815927)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>none<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sunday, May 14th, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning,  during Church (she will be late for Church)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avery’s office  -  Gomorra<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Her Sunday Best  (http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/penelope-cruz-fanfan-la-tulipe_zps69f0d050.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Letty looked up sharply as Avery commented with a wide smile on how her sorrow amused  him. Her dark brown eyes welled with trouble as she tried her best to understand how he could find her situation funny. She most certainly did not! Thankfully however, before she was able to open her mouth and place her foot firmly in it, Avery continued on, explaining his thoughts clearly. He dropped the smile, which helped her temper a great deal, and spoke kindly. <strong>”Si! Si! Distressing… like you say!”</strong> agreed Letty, slapping  her knee with the palm of  her hand, happy to find someone to understand, and agree. Aggie just wanted  her to let it go. Let sleeping dogs lie, but damn it all! Someone took the time to write those letters and pull the wool over her eyes and she wanted to spit in his face!<br/><br/>As Avery continued to explain what he found humorous Letter seemed to fall deeper into confusion. Who was this Cyrano and why would the size of the man’s nose have anything to do with the letters? Her expression clearly showed the confusion muddling her brain. Thankfully Avery seemed to let go of that theory and move on with a question that Letty could infact answer. <strong>”Si, Aggie did not know of the letters at all. Not until she was going through her brother’s things and learned of my coming. That was when she met me at the station.”</strong> Aggie had been shocked to learn of her brothers correspondence with a young stranger. Though she had only been able to read Letty’s replies and not her brother’s letters. Had she, then she would have known from the start that it was not Jonah’s handwriting. As it were, it  hadn’t been until the other night that Aggie had seen the letters that Letty kept tied with a red bow. That was when the information of the phantom author had been spilled. <br/><br/><strong>”She showed me some of Joe’s other letters. The handwriting is.. no good a match”</strong> explained Letty, feeling like a fool once more. Her hopes rose as Avery suggested that he would help her should she wish to find the cad that had lured her to this godforsaken hell hole with flowery promises weighed down with lies. Her hopes took a slight nose dive as the subject of payment arouse. She barely had some money saved up, as most of her income went towards her room and board. Her mind wouldn’t even consider anything sexual as an exchange as Letty just didn’t get the impression that Avery was anything less than a gentleman. He would most likely prefer the company of a much more gentle lady who didn’t get drunk at bars and sing at the top of her lungs. <strong>”Si! Si! I will help you with español! I come to you, no? Here? as you need me to. Si!”</strong> she became very animated with the idea of helping him learn her native tongue in exchange for assistance in finding the cowardly dog that had not bothered to show his face to apologize! After all she had been her over a year and not once had the man come to see her!</div>