Jan. 13, 2000
Dear Uncle Johnny,
I told you I'd write when I got back to campus, so here you go! It was really great to see you over the winter break. I'll be home for a week in March after midterm, and you better be there!
I've been back at USC for almost a week now, and I'm getting back into the rhythm of classes. Luckily the break seems to have slowed down the rumors spreading about me and my last name. The professors have cooled off, too.
How are things going at 51? I miss being able to stop by the station after school. I hope you're doing well. Uncle Roy, too. And Hank and Mike and Marco and, yes, even Chet.
I'll see you in March.
Love,
Abby Ann
Jan. 17, 2000
Dearest Abby,
I'm not sure how I feel about my favorite paramedic-made-captain (shhh… don't tell Roy) telling me he received a letter from my daughter before I did. What's up with that?! I guess if you won't write to me I'll just have to write to you.
We miss you, sweetheart. Your dad still walks into his office at Rampart sometimes expecting you to be at the desk. No, we're not pining or anything. It's weird to go from having two rambunctious teenagers to having no kids at home.
I am expecting a letter in response, dear girl! And I want one before John gets another one!
Love,
Your Mama
Jan. 18, 2000
Abby Ann!
Boy, I miss you. Everyone's fine, I promise. Yes, even Chet. Don't tell him, but I sometimes miss being his pidgeon. The station is exactly the same, except Thompson was promoted to engineer so I'll be getting a new paramedic soon.
Glad to hear you're doing well as a Trojan :) Although I miss you and your brother, and I'll be counting the days until you come home again!
I may have mentioned this letter to your mom, sorry. I've learned never to hide things from Dixie, she always finds out. For as long as I've worked with Rampart, the reminder for all personnel has been "DON'T MESS WITH MISS MCCALL!"
See you soon, Abby Ann.
Love,
Uncle Johnny
Jan. 22, 2000
Dear Mama,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I promised Uncle Johnny over break that I'd write him when I got back to campus. I fully intended to write you too, I swear.
How's it going at Rampart? Are my incredible candy-striping abilities missed? Just kidding, I always preferred hanging out in Daddy's office.
I miss you lots. School is going fine, and I'm enjoying the classes I chose for this term. But I miss you and Dad and Andy. LA is real different from Carson. I miss the Italian restaurant down the street from the hospital, and the Mexican place by the DeSotos' where we'd get tacos with Chris and Jenny on Friday nights after football games. I miss the high school football field, the Saturdays afternoon when Andy and I would walk over and I'd sit on the bleachers and read and he'd try to do skateboarding tricks on the blacktop. I miss coming home from school to an empty house, knowing that Andy was at baseball practice and that you and Dad were at Rampart saving lives like always. I miss the playground down the street where you and Daddy would take us as kids, and I miss the hospital and the station and and and and…
I guess this letter turned into a lot of reminiscing. I hope you don't mind :) I promise you'll receive this before Uncle Johnny gets another letter, and I will keep in touch.
Love,
Abby Ann
Jan. 24, 2000
Dear Uncle Johnny,
You're right, never mess with my mother. I got a (semi) angry letter from her asking why I wrote to you first. My mistake, don't feel bad about mentioning it. She's just teasing us, anyway.
I'm glad everyone's doing well. Say hi to them all for me. I'm pretty busy right now with classes, so don't offended if it takes me a while to write.
See you in April.
Love,
Abby Ann
