Sorry it's been so long everyone, but there were computer problems that involved a partial system recovery. Good news is that I am OCD and backed up my writing. Bad news is that I have to go through six hundred files of junk to get to it, so the process of getting everything back may be slow. Anyway, this chapter's short but it's a segue into the future because I couldn't figure out how to work Tommy into Reefside without a big jump, so read, review, and thanks!
I cannot believe how long it's been, Kim. Tris seems to be getting so big. I'm sorry I didn't get to fly out for his tenth birthday. But, this college thing really paid off, huh? Dr. Thomas Oliver. Thanks for the card, and balloons. I couldn't believe the colors. I've been offered a job at a high school. It's weird to think of the idea of teaching, especially when I think about poor Ms. Applebee at AGHS. But, this town's called Reefside. It's a lot like Angel Grove.
I hope you can fly out, the company I'm working with right now is willing to send the jet out for you and Tris. They're really grateful for my assistance in this project. I wish I could tell you about it. Maybe someday, I will, but they want it top secret.
Send Tris my love.
Dr. Thomas Oliver, With Love
Hey, Handsome! Tris just told me that you called yesterday. Sorry I couldn't pick up the phone. I was with a class. You've really got my curiosity peaked with this Mercer-Oliver project. I hope that you do well with it, even though you can't tell me what it is. I have the summer off, so I will be able to visit in Reefside. I can't wait, I'm so excited. Only four months! By the time you get this letter, your Top Secret project will be done, and you'll be a science teacher at Reefside High, so good luck. And those pictures you sent of your house! Wow! It's so beautiful! I can't wait to see it in person. Anyway, my class is going well,. I've got so many eager young girls. Tommy, you should see them, some are really going to take this somewhere. I've got three classes a week, plus my job at the Y. My schedule's pretty packed, but it's great.
Tris has followed in someone's footsteps and picked up karate. He's pretty good. I'm proud of him, but he wants you teach him some things when we go out there.
Love, Kimberly Ann Hart
P.S. Why haven't you sent any pictures of you? Tris (and maybe me a little) want to see you.
Dear Tommy,
It's me, Tristan. Mommy said I could write you my own letter, and she'd send it. I hope she doesn't read it. Not because it's bad, but because I wanna tell you a secret. She told me about my daddy. Not who he was, but that you weren't him. She was really sad, too, so I told her that it was okay. I was sad you weren't my daddy, too. I can't wait until this summer, I get to spend the whole summer with you! She showed me pictures, and I love the woods, so I love your house. It's so big! There must be room for hundreds of people. My spelling's getting a lot better. I even got an 'A'. But you know that, Mommy said she sent you a report card. She says that you are a doctor, too, is that spelled right? If you're a doctor, then can you heal people and stuff? I hope you write me back, I read real good. Bye Tommy. I would call you Uncle Tommy, but Mommy said that you're not my uncle. What is an uncle? And why can't you be that, since you can't be my daddy? There isn't anything else to write, but Mommy says I'm supposed to write my name down on the bottom. Bye, Tommy.
Tristan Thomas Hart