August 12th, 1937
Dearest Unicorn,
We got a postcard from Tom today. It was sent from some Island off the coast of Africa with the message: "No pirates yet. Hope you are well." My Unicorn, I have never felt so angry in all my life! When mother read it her face was set without emotion – like she had turned to stone before my very eyes. As soon as I looked upon my brother's words, a boiling rage erupted inside my chest! I screamed and tore the postcard – tropical coast and all – into tiny pieces and fell onto the couch in a heaping mess of tears. It was the scariest feeling I have ever experienced. I never want to feel that way again – it was almost as if something in that card possessed me. I've tried not to think much of Tom nowadays, and when I do, I imagine him sailing the oceans, a wide grin on his face – the one he would have whenever he came home from a particularly nice film and could not wait to tell me about it…I miss him my dear Unicorn. I miss you.
Love Always,
Laura
