Today is a sad day for me. With this character interview, I will finish my work on Giddy’s story. I’m going to miss the characters so much! But, as Doyle suggested last week, I can always just write a sequel.
*cue the dance of the plot bunnies*
Today’s interview is slightly different than the previous three. Andrew is not a very talkative guy, and he asked very nicely if I could rather write him a letter. And, because Andrew is a nice old fellow, I agreed. (Also, because I want you guys to wonder why he doesn’t like speaking, so that you would want to read Giddy’s story even more. Sneaky hobbitses, huh?)
On that note, I know I’ve probably asked you before, but I would appreciate it so much if you could support the Greatest Anthology Written (at this link). The book launch date is set for the 30th of September, and to cover the printing costs the publisher needs at least one thousand pre-orders before that date. It is a small (South African!) company, so please support them!
Here’s my letter:
How are you, old fellow? It’s been weeks since I saw you last, I hope your leg is healing up fine.
I would much appreciate if you could answer the following questions:
- How different was your life one year ago?
- What question can you ask to find out the most about a person?
- What is your earliest memory?
- And your earliest memory of Hannah?
- What do you value most in a friend?
Give my love to Hannah, Giddy, Doyle, Becky and the Mutt.
And Andrew’s reply:
I’m in excellent health, thank you. I hope that you are well too?
My leg has been healing up nicely. Doctor Richards says I won’t be able to walk without limping for a while yet, but it will get there in due time. I can ride again, at least, and Giddy and I have been moving the cattle to the hill pastures the last couple of weeks.
In answer to your first question, my life is completely different now from what it was like a year ago. A year ago, I was hiding out in a forsaken little town just south of Dodge City. I was tired, I was hungry, I hadn’t a friend in the world. You know yourself how different my life is now.
I don’t rightly know the answer to your second question. In my kind of world, you don’t ask people many questions, especially if you don’t already know them kind of well. But I’ve always been able to discern a lot about a man’s disposition by the way he treats his horses. A vicious rider is usually a vicious man.
My earliest memory, and I smile while I write this, is coincidentally one of Hannah. I must have been around three or four. She was eight, and she took the notion of teaching me how to swim in the pond behind our house. Now, my sister has always been a smart kid, so she didn’t try something like chucking me in the pond or holding me under or something like that. She taught me quite wisely and patiently, and to this day I am still a strong swimmer.
The last question…I think what I value most in a friend is sense of humor. Often, I am much too serious in my own views on life, so it is helpful to have a friend to point out the ridiculous to me. I think, maybe, that that is why Doyle and I have remained firm friends over the years.
Hannah and Becky also sends their regards and love. Giddy says he would send you the nice large frog he found yesterday, if it could fit inside the envelope. He says he just knows that you would love it. The Mutt is snoring, but I’m sure he sends his love as well.
Andrew D. Lucas
P.S. Don’t tell Hannah, but Doyle asked me yesterday if I would object very much to me marrying her.