A letter from Jul 15, 2022

Peaceful right?

Dear bestie, Hi Kiki! It’s currently July 15th, 2022. You just got off call with Steven to start your day and your laundry got picked up because you haven’t gotten replacement laundry machines yet. Hopefully you’ve gotten that fixed by now or we are spending SOOOO much money. Hopefully you have Stetson by now and are looking into schools so you can get out there. It’ll be nice. Massage school is what we’re thinking right now, but maybe you’ll get into a different trade. It’d be cool to go to real college, if the money allowed. Right now we just bought tickets to arizona and booked our first hotel for our anniversary with Steven. Our phone is still in its last legs so TELLL ME you’ve replaced it or something. Tell Steven you love him more than anything, the way you do right now. Talk to the players union and tell them how much you honor their time and friendship. I miss dad a lot, and I hope you still miss him but less painfully. You’re gonna do great, bestie, I just know it. Do it for both of us.

Epilogue

18 days later

Well....no dog. No school. But Steven...

Vole nda ee,hr 'erew illst si in ryve. So ahrytbid, a mgoinv on dasd' otl in mssi eotgrhe!t do e'ewr tis' ihm i pinlnnag. . . . Dah we juts eworkd i a wshi nhigst uto efw.
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Wve'e igrnowk alyelr rhda eneb. Msntoh olhwe six. Wow. .
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Lilts ew got hits. Atger naong do rwe'e. 'mi rof itlsl su of ignyrt both.