Yours Faithfully, Amanda

October 10, 2013 Dear Jane, If I am to be completely honest at this present moment (and I have decided that I will be),  I must say that I do not have many extraordinary tales to tell you today, Jane.  In truth, I fear that October has been less exciting than previously anticipated.  No matter though, for I will take your wise advise, Jane, and  "let other pens dwell on guilt and misery" for I do not see the purpose of letting mine!  There is no reason in the world for me to dwell on October's shortcomings thus far, so I have simply made up my mind not to. One must remember that it is only the tenth of October and a lot can happen before the end of the month, which is only a little more than a fortnight away! (Actually, since a fortnight is only two weeks, it would really be a fortnight plus a sennight (which is the equivalence of one week), until the end of October.) Fortunately, I promised in my last letter that I have thrilling stories of a ball to tell, so yo

October 1, 2013 Dear Jane, Once again, it seems that I have been a less than perfect correspondent. I never imagined that I would have so little time to write while still being so unemployed! Life is quite funny in that way, I suppose. In order to make amends for my belated letter, I shall try to engage you (to the best of my abilities) with some of my own "important nothings." I write to you tonight from yet another new and temporary home, Jane.  Hillary and I are no longer in Astoria (as our sublet came to an end on the 30th day of September in the year of our Lord two thousand thirteen) , and were sadly forced to go our separate ways for the month of October! One can never stay in one spot for very long in this city, it seems. Anyway, I write to you from the distant land of Long Island, Jane. I believe that the “Long” part of the name comes from how very long and far it is from Manhattan (where I need to be almost every day). However, as they say, “beggars