una Foundation
Angel Island, California
Barbara Rayne
Herengracht 166
Amsterdam 1
Netherlands26 July 1993
Moederje,
I hope this finds you well. Ordinarily I should have called you, but I've always been able to organize my thoughts better in writing, and at the moment, my thoughts have run amok.
As you may know, Maj. Boyle's son, Nicholas, is staying with me on Angel Island. He landed himself in a spot of legal trouble down in LA. I posted bond and he was remanded to my custody until trial. I've been assured by Mr. Hewett that the matter will be easily resolved.
Now to my problem. I must admit that I don't understand the boy. I assume that you are still in touch with Jean Boyle? Has she ever mentioned anything about Nicholas? Over the years I've kept a watch on them, but from a distance. I got the definite impression from Jean that neither help nor interference was wanted. I understand that and have respected it.
Nicholas has had an exemplary service record in one of the toughest units in the SEALs. He also apparently has a temper, though he's not shown it around me so far. All I get is an icy politeness, beneath which I sense a deep-seated hostility. Why?
I assume, because of his father's death, that he has had the same rage to work through that I did. Goodness knows, I pulled enough "stunts" in the years following Dad's death to warrant a "hell-raiser" reputation. Although, I sincerely apologise and am not proud of what I did, I cannot say that I am ashamed of it either. I could not help myself - the fury seemed to explode from nowhere.
Such a rage in Nick would account for outbursts, but there have been none. Having been through it myself, I could handle something of that sort - but not this. I feel him watching me - the way a hunter studies his quarry to learn its instincts and reactions. He does what I ask, when it suits him, but I sometimes sense that he might like to put a steak knife in my back.
I must confess that it is getting to me, Mother. I had a very disturbing dream about the Major the other night - just a dream, I'm sure, brought on my the animosities I sense.
Do they blame me for Robert's death? I don't understand any of this and my "Sight" is showing me nothing. Any guidance that you could give would be most welcome.
Liefheb jou,
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