Letter to Momma
Monday, October 20th, 2008Dear Momma,
You won’t never guess where I’m writing this from, so don’t even try. I’m way up in space, in a ship and all. It ain’t nothing like I expected – you can hardly feel it move or anything. That’s pretty normal – this is the second ship I’ve been in, so you can see that I’m becoming a real expert, and you couldn’t feel the other one move either.
I’d tell you why I’m here, but it’s a secret, and the people who own the ship don’t want me to tell no one about it. But they said I could write to let you know that I’m okay. And to send you a whole bunch of money that I got – they promised they’d bring it to you, so let me know if they don’t. (I can’t say how I got the money – that’s part of the secret. But I promise I ain’t done nothing to make you ashamed of me.)
And you would never guess what else I’ve been up to. I’m a guard now! Turns out that I’m pretty good with a shotgun and a pistol, and so they let me be one of the guards, which pays a lot more than cook. (But not as much as the secret stuff that I’m doing now.)
Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I’m okay, and Dusty is okay, and we’re both being good. And I miss you lots, and say hi to Tonio, and Suzanne, and Lucilla, and Mr and Mrs Hawkins, and Pater Phillip, and everyone else. I’ll try to write again when I can, and maybe get back there soon to see you and all.
Love,
Daisy
P.S. Dusty said she’s got lots of money too, but that she figures she better hold onto it just to be safe. And she says to tell you that she’s married a legate, and won her own moon in a card game, which she likes owning except for the army of trained killer lizards that are now out to get her scalp and all. But that’s all lies, so don’t you worry about her anyway.