Page 25 of Dear Mr. Knightley

Dear Samantha,

Mr. Knightley asked me to write to you. He didn’t dictate this letter, only asked me to alleviate your worries about the clothing. I hope I didn’t overstep. He told me what Father John arranged and asked me to “purchase some nice articles of clothing.” I may have gotten carried away.

I visited Grace House last fall and passed you outside Father John’s office.

You had just turned down the foundation’s offer for graduate school and accepted the position at Ernst & Young.

In fact, you were moving out of Grace House that very afternoon.

You were a few inches taller than me and I noted your warm complexion, brown eyes, and beautiful brown hair.

The several photos that Father John attached to your application confirmed my memories and added further insights into your size and stature.

Armed with my gathered information, I hit the stores.

I thought the cream sweater, orange scarf, and brown coat would look perfect on you.

Except for the one blouse, I stayed away from black, as I imagine your coloring more suited to warm tones.

I think my favorite item is the pair of suede boots.

I almost bought a pair for myself and still might.

Mr. Knightley did not know the details of a single item purchased. He didn’t ask, and he has never met you. Nor will he attach strings to this gift. This I know: he is a good man and would never cross the line with any woman. Please don’t hold my exuberance against him or his foundation.

I hope this note assuages your concerns and that you enjoy the clothes. One more thing—I know you are busy at Medill, but your new laptop has amazing resolution. Great for movies. Downton Abbey and the new Sherlock are available online, if you’ve never seen them.

Sincerely,

Laura