Dear Doretta, I miss you. I wish you were where I am right now. It sounds so cliché. You would hate me if you read this. You won’t though Doretta. I know you won’t. I haven’t seen you in ages. I lost count of the days since the last time I saw you, Doretta. I last saw you in your house. I left. I remember you were wearing a dress. When I left it was red. Because I haven’t seen you I can guess that you are either avoiding me, or you are dead in a ditch somewhere. I always had an overactive imagination Doretta. You would never avoid me. How could I even think that? Doretta, if you are dead then I will keep the records you leant me. Love.