8th day of Corantine, 1668
My Dearest Friend,
I write this missive in haste as I'm leaving tonight.
I overheard Papa talking to Don Miguel and they were discussing arranging
a marriage for me. Can you believe it? I've never been anywhere
or done anything! To marry now, well, I can't stand the thought.
So I've packed my things and have decided to journey to El Moro.
My skills as a surgeon would be useful there and would be a reason for
them to allow me to stay. I shall leave a note for Papa explaining
myself and hope that he understands. I know that you will.
Remember when you asked me to come with you? I should have and you
knew it, but were too polite to push. But now I clutch what little
courage I have and embark upon the grandest adventure of my life.
Wish me luck!
Yours,
Meli
