JAMES, Gemma E.

[gemma james]

GEMMA ELIZABETH JAMES

NICKNAMES: red
AGE & BIRTHDAY: twenty three (07/07/1989)
HEIGHT: 5'10"
HOMETOWN: loretto, kentucky
RESIDENCE 'brookstead' - gray family farm, loretto
PROFESSION: mother
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married

FATHER: andrew gray
MOTHER: geena gray
SIBLINGS: ashton gray, simon gray
EXTENDED: jack (husband), alice (daughter), clara gray (sister in law), lachlan gray (nephew), allistair gray (nephew)
OTHER: capone, rottweilier

dear jack,

i just got your last letter. i always have to read them out by the mailbox before i come home, just in case i cry. i haven't cried at your letters in a few weeks, i guess i'm getting tougher, it only took me 2 years. alice is getting more and more excited to read them though. everyday she asks if another has come, of course she's too young to understand distance and the mail schedule and what you're doing that you can't spend all your time writing letters, but she remembers you from skype and that picture beside her bed. although, you should probably get home before simon turns her into a complete delinquent. he bought her a motorbike the other day, despite all our protests, it's only a little yamaha peewee 50, and it's still too big for her, but she's completely fearless on it. she's run into the fence, the chicken coop and the dog, but it hasn't stopped her or scared her once. she's got no fear, and a taste of all things death defying, just like her father. i know you wish we'd stayed on base, but the farm has been so good for her, and after dad's stroke mom needs simon and i around more then ever. my dad's going great by the way, he loves having alice around, and when ash and clara come, and the grandkids are all together, it makes him so much happier. the winter has been pretty hard out here, we lost a lot of stock to wild dogs and the crops are going to go in late, which my dad is furious about, but mom is keeping it all together, which is surprising. the cottage we fixed up is nice, better then living at the main homestead with mom and dad, and alice loves it. it's just near the stables, so she wakes me up every morning before dawn to feed the horses. she's getting blonder everyday and she still has your smile. 

we love you and we miss you. be safe.
love gemma and alice xxx

dear jack,

i haven't gotten a letter back in a while, and i guess i didn't realise just how much a depended on them until they stopped coming. i hope you're not too busy for the wrong reasons, because those are the kinda things that keep me up at night. especially when you don't call. alice misses your letters too, she threw a tantrum last night about them when i told her you hadn't written, throwing herself on the kitchen floor and screaming and kicking until she wore herself out and fell asleep in simon's arms. it was pretty similiar to the hissy fits i used to throw when you first went away, hopefully coming home to two women with the same temper doesn't make you rethink coming home. nothing much has changed around here, the farm still runs, my dad's getting better, ash and clara found out they're pregnant again and simon bought a new truck after he rolled the last one when he drove home drunk from town last week. i've taken up jogging to the front boundary fence and back, its only a few miles but it keeps me busy and not thinking about you so much. not that i don't want to think about you, i just don't want to worry. alice rides her motorbike or horse alongside me most days, she bounces around and giggles and talks to everything and anything, it's a sight to see. she's blowing kisses at me right now and telling me to send them to you with the letter, so make sure you catch them. according to the wall at the homestead, she's grown another inch since we last measured her, and she's taller then i was at her age. her eyes are still as blue as yours.

we love you and we miss you. stay safe.
love gemma and alice xxx

dear jack,

three weeks still no letter. i don't know if you're still getting these letters i'm sending you, but you're seriously driving me crazy. alice learnt this week what a top secret mission is, because i told her that's why you couldn't write anymore. i told her it was very important that we keep it a secret and wait for you to write to us, otherwise you might get in trouble. so now whenever anyone talks about you she shush's them loudly and waggles her finger at them. it would be cute, if it wasn't so sad. we miss you, i mss you. and i wish you would call, even for two seconds. i can't sleep, i'm worried about you. and if you go and get yourself, hurt or killed or captured or something and leave me alone here with your child, i will hunt you down and kill you myself. please call.

we love you. please be safe.
love gemma and alice xxx

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