[Tugs him down to the shoreline, where the table of bamboo stalks is set up, and hands him the second letter -- addressed to her best friend, filled with superfluous and heavily doctored details of life at Marina. The first one, to her father, takes up the front and back of the sheet and is for her -- and his -- eyes only. The third letter stays in her pocket, untouched and (not at all) forgotten.]
[She works quickly, rolling up the letter and tying it around the stalk with ease -- but when it's done she doesn't go to the water's edge, instead waiting for Cross to finish with the other.]