Songbird
Thank you for your letter. I am doing well–much better than when I last saw you. I am married now. You don’t know him. He didn’t go to Rockport. I am glad to hear that you are “getting your life in order,” and I appreciate your apology. I am not sure how to respond. What happened to me was my mistake. Teenagers are stupid. Suicide is romantic. Wheelchairs are not. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t blame you. You joined the crowd and tried to strangle the strange bird because she sang.
I’m still singing.
