Letter 4: To My Brother
Dear Little Brother,
Mom won’t stop stalking me and she’s got some crazy obsession with me traveling anywhere. She keeps asking me how NY was because she knows I took the train in last week, so she won’t shut up about it. It’s like, if I tell you I went out to buy food for dinner tonight, are you going to freak out about that, too, and ask what it was like? AS IF I DON’T EAT DINNER EVERY NIGHT.
By the way, tell her to send down some more peanut butter. Oh, sorry. Let me translate that into Venusian to make the message relaying a bit easier:
Venus… can U plz send down some more skippy when U get a chance 2… I am running low & desperately need more emergency PB… xoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxo ~L~
Also, I really want to see the scanned copy of your Saladjar essay, which was pretty much the greatest thing I’ve ever read. Fo’ realz.
Your sister,
Lauren
