Dear Francesco,
We've all been missing you here. Life just isn't the same without you. Damiana sometimes just sits next to your bed and stares at it, like she expects her to come back or something. I think it's getting on Vincenza's nerves; nonetheless nobody has the heart to tell her to stop. Mama made chicken broccoli ziti too Sunday dinner She almost said, "Francisco will be pleased," but stopped himself. She knows it's one of your favorites. Except there wasn't really any chicken in it, just chicken flavor. You know how that goes. People of noticed you're not around. Padre De Luca came asking about you, so we told him about the letter. He seemed happy for you. Giuseppe said something mean about it, the other day, and Vincenza slapped him. I don't think they'll be any more trouble, but they both have a nasty set of bruises. It did make the others more wary though, since none of them have said anything. Other than that nothing interesting is happening here. Hope you are well.
Mucho Amore,
Maria
Francesco
Life here just sucks here even more now that you're gone. Damiana keeps staring at your bed. It's driving me fucking crazy. Still what the hell am I going to do about it? I'm not dragging him her away from there, or anything. I'm not a bitch. I beat up to Giuseppe the other day, when he made a crack about you. I hope you appreciate that. Lucia and Giovanna are talking you not being here pretty hard. Still that's life. Hope you're doing good.
Vincenza
A/N The two letters are on opposite sides of the same piece of paper