Love, Rosie (36 page)

over
and
see
it
whenever
you
like
.
.
.
it
can
be
Katie’s
first
time
on
a
plane
to

visit
her
godfather
in
Boston!

The
apartment
is
small
but
because
I’ve
such
long
shifts
at
the
hospital,
I

hardly
get
to
stay
here
anyway.
I’ve
got
another
life-long
sentence
here
at
the

hospital
before
I
can
actually
call
myself
a
heart
surgeon.
In
the
meantime

I’m
being
paid
a
pittance
at
work
and
slaving
away
till
all
hours.
There’s
a

nice
park
directly
across
the
road
and
it’s
got
a
playground
for
kids,
Katie

would
love
it.

Anyway
that’s
enough
about
me.
I
seem
to
be
just
talking
about
myself

these
days.
Please
write
to
me
and
let
me
know
how
things
are
going
for
you.

I
don’t
want
there
to
be
any
awkwardness
between
us,
Rosie.

Keep
in
touch,

Alex

TO
ALEX,

MERRY
CHRISTMAS!

MAY
THE
FESTIVE
SEASON
BE
FILLED
WITH
LOVE
AND
JOY
FOR
YOU

AND
YOUR
LOVED
ONES.

Love
Rosie
&
kAtIe

love,
rosie

ROSIE
AND
KATIE,

HAPPY
NEW
YEAR!

May
this
year
bring
you
lots
of
fun,
love,
and
happiness!

Love,

Alex
and
Sally

61

Dear
Stephanie

You
will
not
believe
the
card
that
just
arrived
through
my
door
this

morning.
I
was
almost
sick.
I
was
just
cleaning
up
the
mess
Mum
and
Dad

made
after
their
annual
new
year’s
party
when
it
made
its
grand
entrance
on

the
doormat.
I
was
almost
expecting
the
sound
of
trumpets
to
go
with
it!

“Da
da
da
announcing
the
arrival
of
the
extremely
sad
coupley
card!”
There

was
about
ten
million
bottles
of
wine
rolling
around
the
floor
when
I
came

downstairs
and
I
nearly
tripped
over
a
game
of
Trivial
Pursuit
(yes
it
was
one

of
those
nights).
There
were
those
stupid
paper
hats
strewn
around
the
living

room,
hanging
from
the
lightbulbs,
or
dangling
in
the
gravy
dish
looking

extremely
unappealing.
There
were
Christmas
crackers
pulled
apart
with

their
crappy
little
miniature
toys
falling
out
that
no
one
could
possibly
ever

use
like
little
torches
the
size
of
your
thumbnail
and
jigsaws
with
about
two

pieces,
lying
in
the
leftover
food,
the
place
was
a
mess!

Honestly,
Steph,
when
Mum
and
Dad
went
away
we
held
the
craziest

parties
ever
but
at
least
we
still
managed
not
to
behave
like
farmyard
ani-

mals.
Plus
they
were
screaming
and
singing
(well
trying
to
sing)
and
dancing

(or
stamping
their
feet
in
some
sort
of
crazy
people
ritual)
all
night
.
Poor