165 - To be continued, if anyone gets interested...maybe
"Searching for hidden meanings in the pages of your books leaves me listless, unsatisfied, frusterated, hurting, like looking for hay in needle stacks, and the needles stuck in my skin, are hard to remove by finger nails and tears alone."
Caroline stopped writing to read what whe just wrote. She smiled to herself. She did not know why she was writing, or even who she was writing to, but just writing this letter was helping.
"I truly think, Mr. King..." for she just decided she would write to Steven King (why not?) "For truly would I speak it, that you have captivated more than just your required audience. In fact, I am not truly sure whether you are writing to me at all, and in this troubling time of our relationship, I think it best sir to..."
But to speak truth, she did not know what she wanted. Now don't think for a second that our Caroline was insane for writing to Mr. King. Not at all. Caroline was perfectly sane. It was Barnaby who wasn't quite all there. In fact, if you were to ask most people, Barnaby wasn't there at all. See, some people seemed to think Barnaby was only in Caroline's head. Caroline, smarter than all of them knew that you could never fit a 4 and a half foot leprican into one's head, for Barnaby was nothing but that.