Maisel character of choice discovering an old love letter
Noah Maisel sighs heavily. He's been doing that a lot lately.
2015 has been a tough year. He was denied funding on a study he's been trying to get off the ground. His girlfriend of a year called it quits on New Years Day (nine months ago. He's mostly over it), and the icing on the shit cake, the coupe de gras. The worst of the worst.
Pop-Pop passed away.
And Noah supposes that makes sense. Lenny Bruce was an old man. He had certainly lived quite a few different lives in the last ninety years, but it seems oddly unfair; oddly short for someone so excited about life.
Last week, Noah had received a text message from his grandfather that simply said "fuckin' cronuts are great. Go get one! It'll change your life!"
"Pop-Pop, after all the crap you've been through, how are you not more jaded?" he asked once a few years ago.
His grandfather had chuckled and nudged Noah's foot with his own. "You take the good with the bad, kid. Yeah, I did that one time, and the addiction problems are a pain the ass. But there are flowers that bloom, and chicken salad sandwiches, and orgasms."
"Agh. Gagh."
"What?"
Noah laughs quietly to himself and then sighs again. Offering to help his father and aunts go through his grandfather's belongings. Softa isn't up for it yet, and...well. Who could blame her?
He sorts through a stack of papers and letters, one falling to the floor. He bends down to pick it back up, and glances at the front of the envelope.
To: Upper West Side
Noah frowns and sits with it for a moment. He probably shouldn't read it. It's meant for Softa, and he should walk it up the stairs to hand it over.
But he's really fucking curious, and what if it's sad, or upsetting? He doesn't want to just hand over a mysterious letter to his grandmother only for her to read it and feel more heartbroken.
He sits down at the desk and opens the envelope (not sealed shut, thankfully), and pulls the letter out, taking a look.
Midge -
You won an Emmy yesterday, and I thought I'd drop you a note letting you know how proud of you I am.
Not that you need me to be proud. It's just the reality of the situation. I am so proud of you, I could keel over.
From the second I saw you on stage at the Vanguard that one night, I knew you would surpass us all. There is more talent in your pinky finger than most comics have in their entire body. You've astounded me from the beginning, truly.
So yes. Again. Very proud.
I know we haven't seen each other in a little while; California and New York being so far apart. But I wanted to let you know. I saw you accept that Emmy, and I cheered. I woke my mother, I cheered so loud.
In any case, I hope you're celebrating. I should be in New York again soon, so I hope to run into you while I'm bumming around.
Congratulations, Upper West Side
Love, Lenny
Noah smiles sadly and blows out a breath, tilting his head up to do some math. Softa won her first Emmy in '64, and she and Pop-Pop married in '65. He wonders if they ran into each other before Pop-Pop could send that letter. It's a really nice though.
Carefully, he slips the letter back into its envelope and gets up to deliver it to his grandmother.