Chapter 4: Forgotten?

OK, I have major writer's block, so I'm expecting a psycho-portal at any moment… Nope. OK, I'm writing this anyway.

Lili: Wow. Sasha, the contained, intelligent senior Psychonaut couldn't find his way around the interstate. She had to bring that up next summer.

Sasha: He was sooooo glad that Lili didn't know how to brew decent coffee. At 4:00 AM, he had needed the three or four shots of espresso that had been contained in that one coffee mug. Wait… Was Maryland upside-down? He couldn't be sure.

"Umm… You were supposed to take that last exit, then we'd be just about home."

"!$"

"You shouldn't swear. I'm only ten, you know."

"If you don't shut up now, I'll cut that little tongue of yours from your head, and take whatever other body parts happen to come with it!" It was morning, he was angry, and that had been his father's favorite threat. Like father, like son. That was when he realized that he really shouldn't be driving. He didn't think in English expressions. He just didn't. He pulled over and did some procedures that always woke him up. Lili took advantage of those moments to put a shield around his head. A very small shield. He was mad at her for nearly suffocating him, but his job was more important to him than revenge. Right now, anyway. He took a deep breath, shoved the anger into his cube, and looped around.

Milla: She sifted through the camp mail. She was now the most effective sorting system that the camp had had in years. She sorted through postcards. Then Florida… none. Letters… M... M… M… She found several names, but none quite like "Milla." Had Sasha forgotten her? No… The post office had just lost her letter. That was it. It had to be. She left the parking lot. She'd have a salad, a latte, and then she'd go back to the lake and begin teaching for the day.

Sasha: A sudden thought struck him: He'd forgotten to write to Milla. He parked in front of a general supplies store. "Come on, Lili. I have to get a card."

Sigh "Okay. But this better not take forever."

"Milla doesn't expect much."

"Oh, come on, it has to be sweet. Maybe with a poem. No, take that back. You aren't the 'poetry' type.

He ran into the store, grabbed a bright card, paid for it, and ran out, trailing Lili behind him.

Later, after much confusion and lostedness

She was finally home, and he could copy his poem onto the card. When he was done with that, he walked into the post office and mailed it to Milla Vodello, Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp, Psychonautic Training Grounds, WA, 54321

Milla (a couple days later, not that she would've lasted much longer anyway) A LETTER! At long last, proof that Sasha cared!

She opened it.

Hello, Milla. I thought you might want this.

She is my sun,

The point of light

That ignites my heart

And warms my mind.

Without her,

Coldness.

Desolate.

No light,

No warmth.

Life has no meaning.

Then she comes.

Goddess.

She doesn't know.

She loves the old me,

Who always had to hide.

So I have to continue to hide.

Because if she knew…

I am afraid.

I don't know of what.

I hope you enjoy it.

-Sasha.

It was a love letter. Sasha had sent her a love letter. She cried. It was the happiest moment of her life.

IT'S SO SWEET! I didn't think I'd be using that poem again, but now the whole legal thing's over with the Zanottos, so now it's gonna be the stuff that makes your heart turn into chocolate.