Dear Mort,
I have a horrible feeling that something is dreadfully wrong at home. I realize that you probably think it's just me worrying over nothing but I have never been wrong when it's my boys' health and welfare at stake. You would tell me, wouldn't you, Mort?
It's almost the end of March now but the weather is still blustery cold. I haven't been outside in days!
My sister is busy planning a spring concert for April. She asked me to make her a new gown for the occasion so that is what is keeping my fingers busy these last few weeks. All this activity reminded me of the Christmas when Jess and Slim bought me a dress that was made for me. I saw a blue dress and matching hat in a catalog and happened to mention it at the dinner table one night. Well, it was way too expensive but I liked looking at it. The boys bought the material and Jess one day, borrowed the catalog for the dress maker to make me a dress exactly like it. Jess said "nothing was too good for his best gal". Can you imagine that!
Mike is trying to save money go home for a visit this summer. I'm hoping that he will have enough to stop and see me.
This is a short letter because I want it to get into the mail.
Write soon and please watch over my boy.
Daisy
Daisy POV:
Am I being a silly old woman? I can't shake the feeling that something is seriously wrong, whether it's Slim or the ranch or Heaven forbid -Jess. I feel so helpless being so far from home.