Chapter 33
Frida Rodriguez ... En Route La La Land
November 13, 1992
Los Angeles, CA
Dear Kate,
I’M SO SORRY! I shouldn’t have mailed that. I was being stupid Me-Myself-I – BLURT! I know it’s not an excuse. Ugh – who wants to be their own excuse for bad behavior? You’re not gross and selfish. Look at how good you are to Bumpa. You don’t always want to be there but you still go. You stay and watch reruns. You don’t run away. I ran away from Sarajevo. I ran away from Paris. I’m the biggest jerk in the world. I feel awful. The weather isn’t helping. The wind is monstrous! It’s thrashing the palm fronds and making a parched rasping sound. I want to crawl out of my skin. PLEASE don’t hate me for what I wrote. I didn’t mean it. I’m really sorry.
Begging your forgiveness,
Frida