Chapter One Sabine Strohem 39 La Paz pl. San Rosa Paolo 9T6 Sabine Strohem You have me at a disadvantage I'm afraid. I presume that we've been introduced and my sieve-like memory has let me down again. As for your reference to the Atubi boy--the idea of employing penicillin on a 3000-year-old royal mummy doesn't quite fall within the practical range of a doctor of archeology. However, I appreciate your somewhat sardonic sense of humor. How did you get hold of my address in Nairobi? Matthew Sedon Matthew Sedon 77 Sharea Otta Alexandria Egypt Hello Matthew How did Kenya work out? Where the masks as interesting as the museum was suggesting? Today was pure Indian Summer and the boulevards were awash with truanting Parisians extending their breakfasts into their lunches and their lunches into their dinners. Back home in Montreal they'd all get fired, but here ... no one gives a host. I've been trying to make the most of the sunshine before classes start again and I put my moleskin on and burrow back into the library's depths. This last year's going to be tough. I can already feel the muscles in my brain tightening in anticipation. I miss you very much. Love Isabella ISABELLA de REIMS 343 RUE MASPERO PARIS 75006 FRANCE Isabella I can't begin to say how much more alive I am on days when I receive a card or a letter from you. Don't fret about the coming year. You know the intensity of your commitment--and so do your professors. Who else in your class is already halfway through their thesis? The masks were a disappointment. They were early Nubian, but the hieroglyphs on the concave had been cut at a later date. The trip wasn't wasted though--I made a few good contacts. Flying back over Sudan I began considering storming the cockpit and demanding that the pilot take me to Paris to see you. However I thought better of it--I presume even the French take a dim view of love-starved hijackers. Loads of love Matthew Matthew Sedon 77 Sharea Otta Alexandria Egypt Matthew -- Forgive my enigmatic introduction. It's an old habit. Please allow me to begin a fresh, with a short summary of our first encounter. Late one night, my mother (who was midwife to the Sicmon Islands) was called upon to preside over a birth, and as neither assistant was to be found, I was enlisted as temporary nurse. The baby, who made a fine screaming and kicking entry into the world, was you. In fact, my previous postcard shows the young Master Sedon taking his first bath, at the tender age of six days. You've grown well Matty. Now that we've been reintroduced, I was wondering if I might prevail upon our old aquaintanceship and ask you to pick up a small package for us? Many thanks Sabine Copyright © 2001 Tamarind Scribe, Inc.. All rights reserved.
