Chapter
June, 10, 1999
Dear Maria,
Big C is moving back to Georgia. I don’t think I told you, but that’s where he is from. The wedding was this past Saturday, and it went well. It was small. It was just in his backyard, then a dinner after. I liked it. It reminded me of when we would always talk about our wedding. Something small and intimate. That’s what Big C had, and it made me think of you.
You know me Maria; I am a simple guy. I haven’t changed much. I still like Thursday night TV, Michael Bolton is still a favorite and in case you’re wondering, Polish food is still a staple. I could eat halushki morning, noon and night.
Your writing about change made me wonder if you have changed at all. Your horrible taste in music is still the same, but do you still have an aversion to reading books? Do you still watch cheerleading competitions on ESPN? Do you still tape Days of Our Lives if you aren’t home? I wonder about a lot of things with you. All the time.
Yours, Sam
P.S. Cara and I broke up. And Big C’s name is Clerance. He HATES it. So funny.