Dear John (Porter)
From Jean Sheridan
Afton
I’m sorry, but this cannot go on. We have to end it before it goes any further. Please believe me when I say this just isn’t going to work out. I don’t know what to say. People are already whispering behind their hands and starting to link our names together. That association in such a small town cannot be good for either one of us. You see, in real life, I am waaaaaay over here on the bleeding-heart left and you, well, you are coming from someplace else entirely. I don’t see any future for us.
I’m sorry if you felt that I led you on with my Oct. 7 Thank You note to the Creston News Advertiser. I meant no harm. I wish you the best with your column and will always defend your right to your opinions and to your viewpoints even if I can’t share them, which, of course, I can’t, and I will never be able to.
You see, in actuality our viewpoints are poles apart. I thought you knew. I meant it when I said you rank right up there with Rush and Glenn and Sarah, but that comparison only underscores the fact that we come from two completely different worlds. What can I say? I could talk at length about such literary devices as satire, parody, caricature, sarcasm, lampoon and irony in an attempt to explain what has happened here, but sometimes it’s best to just end it and walk away. I can only hope that someday you will understand.
Again, I’m sorry, but I have to stay with June. She understands me. I’ll always remember you. Can we still be friends?
