Twenty-five
TWENTY-FIVE
Dear Strings,
I’ve put a lot of thought into your last question. In theory, I’d love to talk on the phone, send a picture, and know your real name. You’re not alone in considering those things. I’ve considered the same many times. But I think there are more reasons we shouldn’t, than reasons we should.
Don’t be mad at me, Strings. But, I think we should leave things the way they are right now.
Did you pick out a song for your spring recital yet? How was Peter’s last appointment? I’m sorry you had a fall out with Rachel. I hated reading what happened. Did you decide to talk to her, or just let it be?
And yes, thanks for asking, Tillie is feeling much better.
I know this letter is so short. I’m running out of time to sit down these days. You’ve been a patient friend as my letters have grown more and more scarce. I’m sorry, Strings. Know you’re on my mind, even when I’m not writing.
Miss you.
Scribbs