Greta“A letter for you, Mutter.”
Greta looked up from her reading. She liked the sunshine that poured so beautifully through the window in her room.
“Ah, my little liebchen.” She smiled at her son. “Just as he promised.”
She took the letter and ripped it open, her son hovering over her.
She read:
Dear Greta,
Everything here is okay. My uncle was a soldier, so everyone calls him Sarge. He is married to a man. I bet you never expected that. His husband’s name is Will. And their friend lives in a house by their swimming pool. Her name is Estrella. But maybe you’ve heard of her. She was prima ballerina with the Mexico City Ballet. Her real name is Maria Josefina. Can you believe I get to live with a prima ballerina?
I would be better if you were here. And I miss Mimi so much.
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