Dear Little Eagle,
Or is it not-so-little now? I'm ten now, so it's been…four years, I think. I told you I'd write to you when I learned how, and Papa finally taught me.
How are you? Does your father still beat you? Is your skin still green? Or did it peel off when you got older like your Nanny said it would? I hope it hasn't peeled, but if it has, that's okay.
Do you still have the necklace I gave you? No…not likely. I still have the scale, though. It's been so strange living here with you gone, even after all this time. I still think about you often. I don't know why, but I do. Mama says it's love, but how can I love you if you're not even here?
I think we should try to see each other again.
Papa's been talking about sending me to Briscoe Hall when I'm seventeen. It's right next to Shiz, which I hear is letting in girls now. Maybe…?
No. You wouldn't want to go to a university.
I miss you more every day.
Your…friend,
Little Fish
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