outside my daily experience, a tiny island that Iâd much rather inhabit with you alone, if you donât mind.
Five minutes later
Re: Break over!
Thatâs fine, Emmi. Sometimes Iâm just niggled by curiosity to know what youâre like outside of our fuzzy little island, what your grounded life on the mainland is like, in the secure harbor of your marriage. (Forgive me, it just worked so well.) But Iâm all island again now. So when are we going to drink our glass of wine? Midnight too late for you?
Two minutes later
Re: Break over!
Midnight would be perfect! I look forward to our rendezvous.
Twenty seconds later
Re: Break over!
Me too. Till then.
Midnight
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Dear Emmi,
Leo here. Hereâs to a heavenly midnight, Ã deux , just for the two of us. May I embrace you, Emmi? May I kiss you? I will kiss you. Right, letâs drink. What are you drinking? Iâm drinking Sauvignon Visconti, Colli Orientali del Friuli, 2003. And what are you drinking? Reply immediately, Emmi, immediately, O.K.? Whatâs Emmi drinking? Iâm drinking white wine.
One minute later
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Doesnât sound like your first glass!!!
Eight minutes later
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Oh look, Emmiâs writing again. Emmi. Emmi. Emmi. Iâm a little drunk, but only a little. Iâve been drinking all evening and waiting till midnight, till Emmi comes to visit me. Yes, youâre right. Itâs not my first bottle. Iâm longing for my Emmi. Do you want to come over here? We can turn the lights off. We donât have to see each other. I just want to feel you, Emmi. Iâll close my eyes. Itâs pointless with Marlene. Weâre draining the lifeblood from each other. We donât love each other. She thinks we do, but we donât, it isnât love, itâs just enslavement, just possession. Marlene doesnât want to let me go, and I, well, I canât hold on to her. Iâm a bit drunk. Not very. Will you come over, Emmi? Shall we kiss? My sister says youâre very beautiful, Emmi, whoever you are. Have you ever kissed a stranger? Iâm going to have another swig of the Friuli now. Iâll drink to us both. Iâm already a bit drunk. But not very. And now itâs your turn again. Write to me, Emmi. Writing is like kissing, just without the lips. Writing is kissing with the mind. Emmi, Emmi, Emmi.
Four minutes later
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Ah well, I suppose I imagined our first midnight date would be a bit different. Leo drunk as a fart!! But it does have a certain charm. Do you know what? Iâll make it shortâthe words are probably swimming at this stage anyway. But if youâre in the mood, if you can manage it, why donât you tell me a bit more about your home life. Please donât write anything that you might regret tomorrow morning, when you wake from your delirium. Iâm going to drink a glass of French red from the Rhone valley, a 1997. Hereâs to you! But Iâd advise you to switch to water. Or make yourself some strong coffee.
Fifty minutes later
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Youâre so harsh, Emmi. Donât be so harsh. I donât want coffee. I want Emmi. Come over to my place. Letâs drink another small glass of wine. We could wear blindfolds, like in the film. I donât know what the filmâs called, Iâll have to think about it. Iâd really love to kiss you. I donât care what you look like. Iâve fallen in love with your words. Write what you want. Feel free to be harsh. I love it all. You see, deep down youâre not harsh really. But you force yourself to be, you just want to make out youâre stronger than you are. Marlene doesnât touch booze. Marlene is a very sober woman, yet fascinating. Thatâs what everybody who knows her says. She got together with a pilot, from Spain. But itâs all over now. She says thereâs only one man for her and thatâs me. Thatâs a lie, you know. She canât have me