Poor Leonora.
She had been so happy to get that first email of the year from Leonard.
'He loves me,' she told the Little Crutches happily. The rather dusty little crutches smiled at her.
'Was he drunk?' muttered one of them in as quiet a voice as it could manage. One of the others nudged it a little too severely and it fell over, sending dust clouds into the air.
Leonora didn't seem to notice. She smiled at the little crutch and picked it up, putting it lovingly back in the pile.
She sent him lots of chatty emails. And didn't get a reply.
Eventually she got a one-liner late in the evening just before bed-time.
The next day she didn't hear from him at all until a similar time in the evening, when he finally said 'hello.'
Leonora began to think the love was spread a bit thin on the ground.
When she woke up the following morning, there was another mail waiting for her, sent at one of Leonard's extremely stupid post-midnight hours. 'night' it said.
She impatiently wrote out a list of all the mails she had sent this year, and the three from him, going down from one line to one word.
He wrote back saying they could take mails in turns. She wrote back.
She was still waiting for his reply days later. 'I hate horrid Leonard,' she told the Little Crutches, stamping around the place.
They breathed a sigh of relief. Life was back to normal. At least Hating Horrid Leonard was the status quo.
