Being unable to communicate at will had done the relationship some good. Moe and I had finally settled into a more comfortable friendship now, talking about once or twice a week. After no word from him during a ten day period, I called his parents house. He'd moved to the city where he was working. The two hour drive through the snow covered mountains had become too much. A lucky find on an apartment prompted the sudden move. He wouldn't have a phone for a while, but was going to be picking some things up on Sunday.

My phone rang that Sunday and Moe and I had a two hour conversation, shorter than usual because he had a long drive ahead of him, back to his new apartment. I was happy that the tension was gone... things were back to "normal." We talked mostly about our jobs. He expressed some concerns about not being able to "make the grade"... true to his negative nature. I told him that I would keep him in my prayers. A fired employee had been given his job back, leaving Moe to believe he would be expendable. Moe always did worry too much.

Karyn,

How are you doing? I'm writing this from the library computer, only have a few minutes. I sent you a snail mail letter today. How is life treating you? You had some long, hard hours for a while, didn't you? CYA later doll face.

Moe

I hadn't expected an email. It was nice that Moe had thought of me when he finally found his way to a computer. I noticed that he hadn't opened with his usual "hi, cutie" the way he normally had in previous emails. Maybe he too, was trying to put some distance between us. Moe was writing snail mail? I smiled. He must be bored.

November 19th

Dear Cutie,

Please bear with me � I understand why this tablet was only .99, they left out the lines! I'm sitting here on my day off, lonely and depressed. The job is going, but I can't say well. It's more than I bargained for, so much to remember and I'm not doing any one task long enough to master it. As long as I improve each day they'll be happy. I'm not sure I'll be here in 90 days since the guy they had fired is now back. He knows the job forward and backward. A few of the other employees seem to think they're pushing me too hard already. Say, think I could still get a job there?

Well cutie this is not as much fun as talking on the computer. It was good to hear your voice last Sunday. I miss talking to you, both phone or chatting, or even plain ol' emails. If you get a chance, write back. CYA later Doll Face!

Love,
Moe

P.S. Ask Jason if the restaurant needs a dishwasher.

Moe never seems to lose his sense of humor, not even when he's feeling down. I sent Moe a short email and an electronic card of encouragement � "We may not know what the future holds... but we know who holds the future. Put your trust in the Lord." I want so much for Moe to succeed. He worked so hard to get where he's at.

Wait a minute... Love Moe? I hadn't noticed that he'd signed off that way until I re-read the letter. Different, but it is the 'standard' closing most people use in letters. I definitely wasn't going to read anything into it. He probably hadn't even noticed he'd signed off with those words. Or had he??