Dear Pansy,
I know this note is a bit
belated, but you and Daphne are, of course, welcome at the funeral. I won't be much company, but it would be nice to see a kind face or two.
Mother is being stubborn about the details. She keeps telling me I'm being inappropriate when I broach the subject. I may have to ask one of Father's colleagues. I always hated writing in their stupid code.
I want to go back to school. I'm suffocating. Or hyperventillating.
I have to get out of this house. I'm taking the broom out until we have to go to the ceme--. Perhaps I will see you later.
Yours,
Trace