Touché !
Dear Mister Jane,
In this shallow day, I am happy for me and sorry for you, to announce you that your little has, for one year anew, preferred the sunny and shiny grass of Heaven to your tipsy company. You once said I was a sad, lonely soul, but I wish to say you do not seem better because your house is still empty. Mine is crowded, right now. I have ten wives and three children, although only little Charlotte is really of my account.
I send you again my best regards Mr. Jane, and hope to see you soon,
Red John.
