CHAPTER THREE
Dear Mom,
I was really surprised to hear from you, because Dad told me you were dead. Should I have thought of a more tactful way to say that?
I’m sorry about my handwriting. I don’t handwrite very much but there’s no way to send you email without Dad seeing it this way I can have someone leave it at the American Institute so they can send it back to you. I don’t know exactly how I’m going to get this to the Institute, but if you get this, I figured it out, so if you write to me again that way I should be able to get it.
I’m thinking about what you said about coming to California. I just can’t imagine leaving I’ve lived here for so long that All my friends are here. I’m not sure about leaving them behind. Also I have a job. Or I used to, anyway. I’m grounded at the moment
It feels weird going on all chatty. Like I’m saying, “Here’s what’s new with me!” I can’t very well tell you everything that’s new since I was four.
I wish I could send you a picture of me now but I don’t have any prints. Could you send me a picture of you?
Sincerely Yours Truly Love
Your daughter,
Beck