Lotta happen sense ya beens bak home. I dunno were I gotta start. Daddy ain't let me rites you- but I decide to does it any way. An' likes I says before- I dunno wha I sould say.
Butt I guess I gots tos start someweres, huh? Well- Mary gettin' married. An' me too. May be. Yous rembers Mr. Smith righ', the ol' guy with the reel bad hair on his lips? That wo Mary gonna be withs, she ain't that ecited 'bout it.
I be marry some youn' guy name Loyd. Daddy stike some deal with his father, I guess theys real important or sompin'- I ain't sure. It all so weird, Jamez. I wish yous was here to help me make sence of it all.
Loyd ain't some terrible man- butt I don evn thinks I ready to bee maried yet. I real youn', 19 Jame- if yous don' rember, an' Loyd way 20 sompin'. An' he don' seem to like me much- he like this gurl back from the town he from. I dun even kno' were tat is- cause we never even talk 'bout it. She got married- though, so he real sadend by that.
But I guess Loyd way betta than Mr. Smith- like Mary's got. We's been gettin lone mo' sense yous been gone. We bot tryin' ta act like sister, an' we bot reel bad atta it. Mr. Smith give mes real bad creeps, he tol' me that he gots mo' power than I kno'- tat he agreed with daddy on sompin'. I didn' understand it, Jamez, but no matta. It was all scaries.
The Misses worse then yous rember, I bet. She al meen, an' tell Cecil an' Mis. Lisabeth every time she gots. I try to be round her only when shes nect to daddy, an' nice.
Well I miss yous reel bad, an' we you get outta tere- come back home an', an' says hi- I guess. Lov yous sisa, Corinee.
I drop the pencil, tears at my eyes. My words don't make sense- when I went to reread it I am stuck on the first sentence, the spellin' and' letters an' even my own words so wron'. I am not ready. I crumple the letter it took me so lon' to write, an' send it into the trash stored beneath the cabinets. James need to think that I smarter than that- he need to kno' that I improved whilst he was gone.
All of my letter written so bad- I don't even got no point in any of it. James'll jus' be confused an' saddened by his dumb sister. An' all his military friends'll make fun on me.
No- that ain't gonna happen. I- I-I'll have to write one again- a real goodone with proper spellin' an' a good story. But not now- not right away. I'll write once I ready.
Butt I guess I gots tos start someweres, huh? Well- Mary gettin' married. An' me too. May be. Yous rembers Mr. Smith righ', the ol' guy with the reel bad hair on his lips? That wo Mary gonna be withs, she ain't that ecited 'bout it.
I be marry some youn' guy name Loyd. Daddy stike some deal with his father, I guess theys real important or sompin'- I ain't sure. It all so weird, Jamez. I wish yous was here to help me make sence of it all.
Loyd ain't some terrible man- butt I don evn thinks I ready to bee maried yet. I real youn', 19 Jame- if yous don' rember, an' Loyd way 20 sompin'. An' he don' seem to like me much- he like this gurl back from the town he from. I dun even kno' were tat is- cause we never even talk 'bout it. She got married- though, so he real sadend by that.
But I guess Loyd way betta than Mr. Smith- like Mary's got. We's been gettin lone mo' sense yous been gone. We bot tryin' ta act like sister, an' we bot reel bad atta it. Mr. Smith give mes real bad creeps, he tol' me that he gots mo' power than I kno'- tat he agreed with daddy on sompin'. I didn' understand it, Jamez, but no matta. It was all scaries.
The Misses worse then yous rember, I bet. She al meen, an' tell Cecil an' Mis. Lisabeth every time she gots. I try to be round her only when shes nect to daddy, an' nice.
Well I miss yous reel bad, an' we you get outta tere- come back home an', an' says hi- I guess. Lov yous sisa, Corinee.
I drop the pencil, tears at my eyes. My words don't make sense- when I went to reread it I am stuck on the first sentence, the spellin' and' letters an' even my own words so wron'. I am not ready. I crumple the letter it took me so lon' to write, an' send it into the trash stored beneath the cabinets. James need to think that I smarter than that- he need to kno' that I improved whilst he was gone.
All of my letter written so bad- I don't even got no point in any of it. James'll jus' be confused an' saddened by his dumb sister. An' all his military friends'll make fun on me.
No- that ain't gonna happen. I- I-I'll have to write one again- a real goodone with proper spellin' an' a good story. But not now- not right away. I'll write once I ready.
