May 18th, 1937

Dearest Unicorn,

I have been practicing typing with our typewriter while mother is at work in order to get faster and better at my shorthand. I want to prove to mother that I too can achieve something; I do not want to be any more of a burden on this family than I already am! We have had to sell many little trinkets and clothes in order to stay somewhat afloat financially - don't worry, all your old friends are safe and sound where they belong on their shelf. I have not had as much time to polish and talk with them as I would like, but I think they don't mind. After all – they have each other to look after right? Do you have anyone to look after you besides Jim? Has he gotten any other glass figurines to keep you company? I sure hope so, if not, I hope you are not lonely. Am I lonely? A little bit. I still do not talk to other people like mother has been hoping I do…the thing is, no one can understand me like you. Did I ever tell you why you are my favorite? Yes, you still are my favorite. The reason is that you and I had so much in common; we both are one of a kind - out of place in our world and never truly belonging. What made our friendship true was that we knew what could make the other shine brighter than the rest …You and I may not be the same as we once were, but no matter what you will always be my best friend. That fact has, and never will change.

Love Always,

Laura