Dear Mrs. Cormaci,
I'm so sorry that you had to eat Thanksgiving dinner with us. I mean, I'm sorry that you had to eat my cooking, not that you spent the holiday with us. You're the one bright spot in all this post Underland mess. It's so great that you know what we're talking about when we mention Regalia or the hospital there or the plague that Mom had - still sort of has. I don't know what we would do without you.
I always wanted to ask, how did you know what I needed before I went on one of those Underland quests? Have you been to the Underland, and know what I need because you know what I'm up against? Do your tarot cards tell you? Are you this really incredible guesser? I don't know what I would have done without those boots you gave me. You are most likely responsible for saving my toes. They would have been eaten off by acid if not for you. Howard (this guy I know from down there studying to be a doctor) says that the steele toes in the boots is what got in the way of the acid eating my toes right off, and that it's a good thing I had them, even if the boots were too big for me. They probably would fit fine now, I've grown so much this year.
And all the tennis shoes you gave me! And all the flashlights! You were so good to me, helping with my family the way you did. We couldn't have managed without you. I'll help you every Saturday like always, but you don't have to pay me. Just being you is enough.
Should have trusted you sooner,
Gregor
