Cartas a Erik Langkjaer

Di con unas cartas que FO'C escribió a Erik Langkjaer y qué impresionantes me parecen, dentro de lo normales que son. Ahí es el único lugar donde se percibe que está enamorada. Así acaba ella su primera carta:

No he visto más camino de carros desde que te fuiste y te echo de menos.
I haven't seen any dirt roads since you left and I miss you.

Es así más doloroso ver que él no la ve como alguien con quien casarse, aunque tontea con ella. Luego contará, con crueldad, o al menos con poco tacto, me parece a mí, lo que le pareció el beso que le dio a ella en la boca:

golpeé sus dientes con mi beso y desde entonces lo he considerado como el beso de la muerte.

Quizá él está reaccionando a la descripción que ella hizo del beso en Good Country People:

The kiss, which had more pressure than feeling behind it, produced that extra surge of adrenalin in the girl that enables one to carry a packed trunk out of a burning house, but in her, the power went at once to the brain. Even before he released her, her mind, clear and detached and ironic anyway, was regarding him from a great distance, with amusement but with pity. She had never been kissed before and she was pleased to discover that it was an unexceptional experience and all a matter of the mind's control. Some people might enjoy drain water if they were told it was vodka. When the boy, looking expectant but uncertain, pushed her gently away, she turned and walked on, saying nothing as if such business, for her, were common enough.