Here’s the first one:
Answered trying to their new baby
Confessed abby opened her daughter Abigail
Because they drove oi the couch
Change your father with terry. Admitted abby
Please be getting married
Explained in front door open your mind
Hesitated jake followed her daughter Abigail
Immediately set it all she suddenly
Remembered. Cried izumi went inside the baby
Related abby opened the jeep
Resisted john so soon joined her eyes. Said
Abby saw the front door
So…Abby admitted to her daughter Abigail that Terry is really her father. She and her husband were trying to have a baby but couldn’t so she turned to this Terry character? This conversation happened on a couch. Abigail left but her mother asked her to get married in the doorway, pleading with her to be open-minded. Jake followed Abigail to the car, yet didn’t want to leave and possibly deepen the rift between mother and daughter. Abby breaks down at this point and runs out to the jeep, pulling the door open to get to her daughter, but John drags her away. We end with Abby staring at the front door as she and Jake drive away. It’s all very moving and dramatic.
Poem number two:
Tomorrow morning matt placed the same thing
Homegrown dandelions by Judith bronte matt
Carter and returned to change. Please matty is
Place to leave
Whatever else but the woman. Pushing away
The breakfast table matt. When there is matt
Parked his eyes.
This one is a bit more difficult to interpret. Matt went out every morning and brought back dandelions from Judith to decorate the home he shares with Carter. But they’re moving and Matt isn’t happy about it, despite Carter’s efforts to convince him that they must leave. Matt’s main problem is the woman, Judith. He’s become good friends with her, or maybe they’ve been having an affair that Carter doesn’t know about, and Matt doesn’t want to leave her behind.
There was a third email but I couldn’t make it out well enough to copy it here, unfortunately. All of these were written in pale pink on a white background and, the real kicker, they all insisted that there are tens of thousand of women in my area looking to have a one-night stand. With me, presumably. Which is a little disappointing when you consider that I prefer men, and rather startling since I never realized that I was so popular, or that a fair number of my city’s female population are not as conservative as I always thought they were.
Calling Bloemfontein the City of Roses suddenly seems very kinky, or is it just me?