Flora,

It would not be as painful as losing you as a friend, dearest Flora. After all, we have been playmates since we were in diapers. Claire, I mean, Ms. Benet, and I only had a few play dates when we were slightly older. They had not happened in a few years, which is why when I saw her, we decided to reconnect for old time's sake. I had not even heard of her escapade trying to go to Avalon.

But now that is over, and I am still here pondering when the fog will dissipate. Much longer and I am afraid I will go stir crazy. I know I mentioned to you that I have a ghost as an uncle, and now I am contemplating taking him to meet Mother. Could you imagine her face if she were to meet him? If he was as cantankerous as he is now, I can only imagine her face would be bright red.

Yours,