Author: 3.14 (pi) Summary: Joan turns to an old friend after the death of someone close to her. Spoilers: none really (only small references), this is a somewhat AU future fic with little reference to current goings on Reviews: please, I don't normally write so any criticism is appreciated. Authors notes: Sorry it took so long to post this, I have 6 chapters on paper, but I type slowly and only get to use the computer on weekends. Hope you enjoy, this is the last of the letters and I don't know if you'll like the rest as much, it's an entirely different style. Thanks for reading this far, now on to the story:

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Jan 19, 2016

Grace,

Cha, why didn't you tell me Mrs. Girardi died? You know what she meant to me. Anyway, that supremely sucks. I got a letter from Joan, after Kevin's funeral, I guess. She was really upset and missed her old shoulder to cry on or something. I'm glad she wrote cause I missed her too. You never should have let us drift so far apart. As our best friend it was your duty to lock us in a basement, for our own good. Make us work out our problems. Anyway, I guess it's not your fault we fought, and we're kinda talking now, so it all turned out ok. If we hadn't had that fight, I never would have run off to school, never would have met Ellie. Some heartache I coula lived without, but then I wouldn't have Janey either. Speaking of, she's calling for her Daddy. Gotta go, yo.

See you soon,
Adam

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Jan 27, 2016

Grace,

What the hell, why didn't you tell me that Adam got married - and had a kid! I know you guys keep in touch, and that's the sort of thing I would have liked to know. And he went to college and studied art - that's great. I knew he had to stay in school.

Luke says hello, he's still seeing that girl, the one I hate. So if you feel like giving him a call, finally giving love a chance or whatever, he still totally wants you, he probably always will. Silly boy fell hard that firs time and never really got over it. Then again, I know you liked him too - why not finally give it a go, huh Polk? The dog needs to go for a walk, so that's my cue to wrap up. I'll call soon and we can make plans to have lunch or something.

See ya soon,
Joan

Next chapter: no more letters!