Hey Little Brother,
After all this time, all you can send is one measly little postard? Geez, you must really be having fun.
Vanessa is back and she is angry. You haven't written her. That is not the way to treat someone you care about. I mean, you can treat me that way, I am only your brother, after all, but your girlfriend? Bad move, baby brother.
No news on Darren Cook. Word is, he turned bad. Dad isn't buying it. Neither am I. The guy just didn't strike me as a turncoat. Word has it, he set a bomb to go off in Senator Davenport's office when a meeting had been scheduled with the Vice-President. The Senator dropped his pen and it rolled under the sofa in his office. When he bent to retrieve it, he found the bomb. Cook, one of the few who knew of the meeting, disappeared that evening.
The guys came over and helped me finish the house. Mom was very pleased with the results. She even arranged an improptue party after we had finished. Vanessa was here, but I could tell she was hurt because you hadn't written. She did feel a bit better when she found out you haven't sent me more than a postcard.
I know, I keep going back to Vanessa. I thought you really liked her. If you keep this up, she will dump you. So at least write her. Actually, write me. I am getting tired of writing you when you never return the curtesy. So here is the deal, baby brother. Send me a nice letter, not a post card this time, or not only won't I write you again, I will think you've gotten yourself into trouble and Dad and I will be on our way. Got it?
Until I hear from you.....
Frank
After all this time, all you can send is one measly little postard? Geez, you must really be having fun.
Vanessa is back and she is angry. You haven't written her. That is not the way to treat someone you care about. I mean, you can treat me that way, I am only your brother, after all, but your girlfriend? Bad move, baby brother.
No news on Darren Cook. Word is, he turned bad. Dad isn't buying it. Neither am I. The guy just didn't strike me as a turncoat. Word has it, he set a bomb to go off in Senator Davenport's office when a meeting had been scheduled with the Vice-President. The Senator dropped his pen and it rolled under the sofa in his office. When he bent to retrieve it, he found the bomb. Cook, one of the few who knew of the meeting, disappeared that evening.
The guys came over and helped me finish the house. Mom was very pleased with the results. She even arranged an improptue party after we had finished. Vanessa was here, but I could tell she was hurt because you hadn't written. She did feel a bit better when she found out you haven't sent me more than a postcard.
I know, I keep going back to Vanessa. I thought you really liked her. If you keep this up, she will dump you. So at least write her. Actually, write me. I am getting tired of writing you when you never return the curtesy. So here is the deal, baby brother. Send me a nice letter, not a post card this time, or not only won't I write you again, I will think you've gotten yourself into trouble and Dad and I will be on our way. Got it?
Until I hear from you.....
Frank