Mr. Darrow J. Alfred,

December 19th

I haven't heard from you in a while. And after a while, I thought maybe that was for the best - but here I am, writing anyways. In a week (eight days, I guess) my best friend is marrying my brother, and neither of them had told me, and it's all so sudden. And, all right, maybe I'm not fine with it. But I can't tell her about it, my father's ecstatic, everyone thinks it's about time anyways - and so here I am, writing to you, because even if you don't understand at least you won't be upset with me for being upset.

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Zelda Fisk