"Do not forget your the one who asked my opinion in the first place." Fancy took the letter and looked it over.
"Oui, better. It doesn't tell me your comrades are dead though." Fancy sighed. She felt bad for frustrating Charlie, even if he was the one who had started it. She ate a few more bites then stood and walked behind Charlie, starting to massage his shoulders. She thought about the plane crash, wondered how Charlie survived and the others didn't.
"I feel so sorry for this woman. Getting this letter, finding out the love of her life is never coming home. Might as well put a bullet through her head. Probably be more humane." she grumbled.