You’ve Got Mail
About twenty years, one day and six hours after Lizzie ran away into the night, Ed received an email from Elizabeth Levin. He noticed as he read her email that he started to feel sweat on the back of his neck.
LizLevin@hotmail.com:
Hi. It is Lizzie, Liz Levin. I am hoping that you remember me and don’t delete this email before you read it. My intentions are good. I heard that your father hasn’t been well. He was always sweet to me, made me feel like part of the Forrester family. Maybe there is something I can do to help. I work as a healer, a therapist. I am good at helping folks through dark times in their lives. Liz sent this email off at 2am. She had been afraid to send it.
EDF@aol.com replies.
It has been a long time. I am glad to hear you are doing well. I am sure you are good at what you do, as a healer and all. I am not sure what you can do to help. I for one have moved on. I am involved with a lovely woman. Coming to Michigan would just complicate things. My father is letting go and having you here would just add to my pain. Please don’t come back to Michigan.
LizLevin@hotmail.com
Ed, I hear you. I don’t want to cause more problems for you. I know I hurt you. I am sorry. I just want to help your Dad. I think I can help him find inner resources to find his way back to life. I studied with a Shaman in the mountains of Peru who taught me the healing arts. It has been helpful with some patients who are near the end. At least it could make your dad feel more comfortable.
EDF@aol.com replies:
Katie, my girlfriend will be visiting me in Michigan, if you decide to come back here you have to know that. Don’t expect anything from me. My Dad may be gone by the time you get to Michigan. You may be wasting your time. Again don’t expect anything from me. I have moved on. I almost did forget about you. But how could I forget someone who seriously broke my heart.
LizLevin@hotmail.com:
I know I broke your heart. I should have stayed with you that night long ago. I got scared. It wasn’t my choice to move away. But it was my choice to run from you, to lose touch with you. I wish I had kept in touch. I haven’t forgotten you. I understand you have moved on and I respect that. I won’t expect anything from you. But I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t looking forward to seeing you again.
EDF@aol.com replies:
Come to Michigan, if you want to. But don’t fall in love with me. Maybe just maybe you can help my Dad. I am looking for anything that could make him well.
Monday, July 23, 2007
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