It is a lot quieter around here today. And Mrs Stretton is being super nice to me, I think because she tried to get her usual helper to come back from his hols but he wouldn't come, and now she is regretting that she yelled at you and tried to make you pay for that wrong delivery that was her mistake anyhow. Or at least regretting that you left because of it.
She actually asked if I were happy, this afternoon.
I think too that she is regretting you are gone because Gemma was howling all yesterday but today she is not speaking to her. Gemma, I mean. Not speaking to Mrs Stretton.
She doesn't like me as much as she did you, Gemma I mean of course, and why should she? But today she is sitting under that table where we pack the baskets. She has made a little cave down there, and I am just pretending that I don't see her. Like I do with Fang when he is in a mood and doesn't want to be petted but does want to be around humans but doesn't want to actually be nice to them. So I can do that. And she's fine right there, really. And I think mostly Mrs Stretton is glad she's not howling any more.
How long can does Gemma usually keep up the silent treatment?
But this was not what I set out to write to you about at all. What I meant to write is happy birthday. So happy birthday! I hope it is a good one.
Also I meant to say thank you. So thank you for putting in a word for me here, and for helping me get used to it and for teaching me things. I know we were never friends at school and things happened but I think we had some fun times helping each other out here and that is something. So thank you for that too.
And happy birthday.
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