Re: Postcard
[The writing in the return letter comes easier, with less pressure of pen to page.]
Mine,
Don't make me write this letter in all the languages I know, though I suspect you could run it all through one of your little programs and translate it all in a blink, and all my effort would be for nothing. They teach spies how to talk more than write, and emphasis is on accents over spelling. I find I miss spellcheck, but I won't admit to checking every few words in my phone to see if I got them right. I like instant gratification too, and it's instantly gratifying to make you write something by hand. As for Gen X? I don't know the lingo, and I'm deliberately not looking it up, but there was no Twitter when I was born. No computers, no cell phones, no Facebook. Landlines weren't even called landlines, since there wasn't an alternative that wasn't a landline.
Please, anything but the zombie show. I'll remind you that Lori died by having a child cut out of her stomach by her adolesent son. You wouldn't even go crazy missing me afterward, and it would all be for not. Eddie left me some question marks, but I haven't been in touch with anyone until now. Of course Jack didn't check in with you. He probably checked in with Helena, since he's adopted her now, and she probably told him about the letter I left explaining that I wasn't coming back. Don't expect anything from Jersey's children, darling, we're all selfish and jelous assholes, every single one to the last.
I know about the postcards. I've glanced back over the forums and it was impossible to miss them. Tell me, Eve, did you hook up with your Adam?
Don't bother checking the CCTV and traffic cams around the post office. These are being delivered.
Yours
[Included are newspaper clippings, the old fashioned kind that aren't printed out, of what's been up.]