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Wise Old Owl: Hehe, this story gets more interesting by the minute, doesn't it? Mac's mother could definitely win an Evil award, if there was such a thing.
Chapter Eight
Saga of the Lost Letters: Adam
It wasn't until about a week after Adam's phone call with his mother, that the letters showed up. They were sitting there for him when he arrived back at his apartment after his last class before Christmas break.
"Yo, Banks, package came for you. I signed for it, its sitting on your bed." Scott told him when he walked through the door.
Adam was nervous as he opened the box and dumped the contents onto his bed. Out fell about three dozen letters.
Hey Adam
I can't wait till I'm old enough to buy
a plane ticket out of here. I hate it so
much. All the other kids make fun of
me, and I have no friends. I just
wanna come back home. How are
things there, for you? I hope they're
better than things here.
Yours till soda pops,
Kenzie
Hey Adam
Is something wrong? You haven't
replied to any of my letters. I hope
you aren't mad because I moved.
Boy, I wish the tree house thing
had worked. Anyway, my mom
has a new boyfriend. He doesn't
like me, he keeps shoeing me
away, saying children should be
seen and not heard.
Yours till the whipped cream peaks and sees the salad dressing,
Kenzie
Hey Adam
My mom has forced me to take
ballet classes. She says that I'm
not coordinated enough. Bull
honkey. The woman's nuts. I
miss Liam and Daddy, Adam. But
don't tell anyone I told you. My
mom says that I'm never going to
see Liam again. I just really want
to see my big brother again.
Someone has to kill the monsters
in my closet, and mom won't do it.
Yours till the pencil case is solved,
Kenzie
Hey Adam
I'm really starting to get worried, you
haven't been writing back, and I've
written so many letters. I hope you
don't hate me, and still want to be my
friend. Its almost Christmas, and I
know that I'll probably get everything
I can imagine, but I wrote to Santa,
and I told him that the only thing I
want is to see Liam again. I hope he
brings him.
Yours till Dracula stops being a pain in the neck,
Kenzie
Hey Adam
Mother's getting remarried in a few
months. To a man who has a son of
his own. We're moving too, so this
is my last letter to you. I wish that
you would have written back just
once, but I guess you don't want to
be friends with a silly girl like me
anymore. Oh well. I guess I should
say good bye now. Mother says that
its time I grow up, and I think she's
right. Bye Adam.
Yours till the ocean wears rubber pants to keep its bottom dry,
Mac
Adam laid back on his bed, processing all of what he had just read. A few minutes later, he picked up his telephone and dialed a number he had never had to use before.
Meanwhile
Across the country in a darkened dorm room, a long tan arm reached out from under the covers and groped for the phone.
"Whoever this is better have a good reason for waking me up."
"Liam Roberts?"
With those two words, Liam Roberts shot out of bed, a panicked look on his face.
"Adam Banks? What the hell are you doing calling me for?"
"All Kenzie wanted for Christmas when she was six, was her big brother. Why don't you try to make that wish come true?"
Having said his piece, Adam hung up the phone.
Liam sighed and called the airport to book a flight. He was going to see his sister, but he wasn't sure if she still wanted to see him.