14th May 2012
Dear Cassi,
I told you about my neighbor’s son hitting
my car yesterday. Today I got the estimate and it isn’t pretty. It was the kind
of not pretty that made my neighbor think he should report the problem to his
insurance. I think I found someone selling the part for a hundred dollars so if
I have I’ll just order it and have him give me the money.
It looked much worse than it was in the
morning with the blur of sleep still in my eyes and no coffee to start my day. I
didn’t want to look at, drive, or even think about the car at first. Pickles
made comments about it after telling me and I asked him to let the subject drop
for the morning.
There was nothing I could do about the
whole thing so I figured it was best to put it out of my mind. Falstaff came
over and apologized for his transgression and it was the first time we had a
conversation in the last ten years.
It reminded me that we were good friends
ones and I still have no true idea as to why that changed. I would have to say
that we drifted apart, but truth be told I think we were just too different to
hang out together.
There was a time in his life that he just
kind of got lost and shut himself in and he never talked about why. His father
gave me bits and pieces of the story here and their but Falstaff has just drifted
through the last few years of his life with no idea what to do with himself.
It’s said because he is a rather intelligent fellow and could do so much more.
Keep a sure heading, little sister
Richard Leland Neal
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