Dear Mark

We must be working opposite shifts or something. I can't seem to get hold of you. It was so good to talk to you last week. You can sing me to sleep anytime.

Man, it's so hot here. It's been dry and dusty and about a hundred degrees all day. Now it's darker and a tiny bit cooler but pretty much just as impossible to get comfortable. But at least I'm not at work. I'm so tired. I'd have a cold bath if I had the energy to get up. Come and make me laugh. Chloe is out tonight and Suzie's been restless all day. I had the day off, so Chloe took her chance and took off sometime this afternoon when she got out of bed. I've given up trying to get through to her. But I'm scared it's going to get worse before she'll let it get any better.

Anyway, how's County? You haven't told me anything? I almost miss it. You know – watching Doug and Carol go back and forth, arguing with Kerry, or just talking about her behind her back with you, like eighth graders complaining about their teacher. But there's only one thing I really miss… Doc MacGoo's. Had you for a minute there eh? Do I need to say it? I miss you. If you were here you could get me a cold glass of water. Or just a glass of ice cubes – they'd melt about as fast as I could drink it anyway.

If you were here…

No, I can't do it. I don't want to think about what I'm missing out on. It's hard enough to stay here as it is.

I'm going to make a last ditch attempt at sleeping despite the fact that I'm living in a desert. Aren't they meant to get really cold at night? It's lies, all lies.

Blah. I feel yuck.

Do we need to plan when to phone? Well if we don't talk before Thursday we could try that again. No traumas in the last 5 minutes. And that goes for you too.

Okay, I'm past it.

Adios

Susan