Dear Becky,
I was very happy when I was given your letter. It brightened up my day in the same way a visit from Sue does. I'm sorry that people are so nasty to you. They were nasty to me too.
Did Sue tell you that when we were kids, she took me to see Rocky Horror, and people threw toast at me? And people laughed at me. People are horrible to people like us. But don't worry. If you ever need a friend who understands, or to listen to you, or just a shoulder to cry on, you're more than welcome to come and visit me.
Sue did tell me about the cannon. Apparently it didn't work very well. But I know my sister. I know that she just wanted to make me proud.
Can I tell you something? I feel like Sue and I are best friends. She is always there when I need to cry, or talk, or smile. And one day, I know Sue will be gone. And I just don't know what I would do without her. I call her at 10PM every day, because my body wants to hear her voice. Sue's voice calms my dark places.
Becky. I hope that Sue is as good to you as she is to me. I know that she won't ever hurt you, and that she loves you in the same way she loves me.
Love Jean
xx