Sam, Val, and Reggie went to a corner table of the Shack to work on the latest issue of The 'Zine. Reggie interviewed her cousin about competing in (and winning) the surf contest while Sam typed a transcript of it into his laptop.
"I need you to do me a favor," said Val when the interview was over.
She produced a folded piece of paper from her backpack and held it out to Reggie.
"I'm leaving this afternoon." she explained.
"Already?" Reggie said in disbelief.
Val ignored the remark. "Can you give this toTwister for me?"
"Why don't you give it to him?" asked Reggie.
"I honestly don't have time." Val stood up, embraced her cousin, reminding her that she was depending on the letter reaching Twister. She added, "See ya at Christmas."
(This is what the letter said):
"Twist, I'm really sorry I couldn't come to say good-bye. First, I'd like to say how much your support meant to me before my surgery. I truly was less afraid after we talked. Thanks again for the necklace. I know how special it was to you, so I wear it over my heart.
If I have any manner of luck at all, I'll be back in Ocean Shores soon. Or you and your friends could come down to L.A. some weekend. (Just not July 4th, unless, of course, you like surfing in an obstacle course). Take care of yourself, buddy.
Val
(A/N: Yay! The end of my first fic! Thanks to my two reviewers. Hopefully there'll be more reviews when I write the sequel, which is coming soon. Peace out.)