December 4th, 1937

Dearest Unicorn,

I cannot say how sorry I am to have not written in so long, but life has been an absolute blur since my last letter. School has been…alright for the most part. I have tried to be more "confident" as Jim had told me to be, but it is far easier for him to do than I. I still get stares from the other girls at the school, and I try to not let them get to me – I really do! But it is so hard to concentrate on the keys when I hear their whispers in the rows behind me. Those monkeys don't help me either! They chatter too much while I am at home practicing my keyboard…I am honestly thinking about selling them. Mother thinks I am being ridiculous. I think she worries too much sometimes.

However! That is not what I wanted to write to you about! Mother has slowly gotten back to her "usual" self, which as you know can be both good and bad. She has made friends with a new member of the D.A.R., a wife to a Dr. Hugh Finley. And you will not believe what he specializes in – surgery! Mother has set an appointment for me to visit him. My dear Unicorn, I may not have to wear this infernal brace any more! If we can afford it, mother says I will have a surgery to fix up my "little defect." It would be perfect! Without the brace, I might just be able to pass by strangers and not hear their whispers behind my back anymore…Oh, I do hope this pulls though! I will write to you as soon as we get the news.

Love Always,

Laura