private lessons, but he had no ambition to be wealthy
 
 and powerful. He was a beautiful man: poetic,
 
 romantic, a dreamer I suppose, and he was very
 
 handsome. I expect you will inherit his good qualities,
 
 Cathy. I really do.
 
 "However by the time you begin reading these
 
 letters, I don't suppose you will know all that much
 
 about Alden. The family wasn't proud of him as they
 
 should have been and they refrained from talking
 
 about him if they could. It was as if his personal
 
 creative ambitions were considered a sign of-
 
 madness. Perhaps he was a little mad, but all creative
 
 people are. I found his disregard for material wealth
 
 and for all the things Franklin and his family found
 
 important to be charming. He was refreshing, as
 
 refreshing as a warm but crisp late summer breeze,
 
 and he had a sm
 
 ile that could melt the hardest, iciest
 
 heart-- yes, even Geraldine's.
 
 "He spent a lot of time with Geraldine. He tried
 
 to get her to play the piano and she did take lessons
 
 from him, but I think she did it more to be in his
 
 company than out of any love of music. She did
 
 passingly well, but the moment she found out about us, she stopped the lessons and hasn't put her fingers
 
 to keys ever since.
 
 "I know Geraldine felt more betrayed by Alden
 
 than she did by me. Her deep love and affection for
 
 him soured into jealousy and hatred. It got so she
 
 wouldn't speak to him unless she absolutely had to
 
 and she avoided him as much as she could. She didn't