[ She folds the wordlessly letter once more and holds it out between them, in case he should want it back. Even when she couldn't read, she liked to keep the letters and books that were given to her, simply because they were given to her. ]
Yes.
I write letters for others. Primarily.
[ Pause. She seems to be turning something over in her head, as if wondering whether that was sufficient explanation. Eventually, she seems to decide that it isn't, and elaborates: ]
In my world, we do not have machines as they have here that can transcribe a person's thoughts, nor deliver them instantaneously. The primary method of communication over long distances is via post, and there are many still who cannot read or write well, as well as those who are blind or injured.
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Yes.
I write letters for others. Primarily.
[ Pause. She seems to be turning something over in her head, as if wondering whether that was sufficient explanation. Eventually, she seems to decide that it isn't, and elaborates: ]
In my world, we do not have machines as they have here that can transcribe a person's thoughts, nor deliver them instantaneously. The primary method of communication over long distances is via post, and there are many still who cannot read or write well, as well as those who are blind or injured.