I’m sorry this letter isn’t cheerier. I’m sorry it’s written on spiral notebook paper, which probably reminds you of Our Lady of Heavenly Blessing. Next time I’ll buy some decorative stationery. You said the Clinic is a beigepocalypse, and I know that was a joke, but it’s also the saddest detail I’ve heard so far. I never agreed with Mama (sorry, Mama) that your room here is too black. There’s a ton of red too if you look! Red lipstick, red nail polish, red curtains, red headphones, red skull decals, red posters, red bras, a red lightbulb in your lamp, and let’s not forget one of your fish is red, though I don’t know if it’s Morrissey, Johnny, Andy, or Mike, ha ha ha.

Well, I better wrap it up, it’s time for piano lessons. Thrilling, huh? I know you can be as stubborn as a mule, but listen to your doctors, try to make friends, and choke down as much beige food as possible, ha ha ha. Mama and Papa miss you even if they don’t say it much. What they do say all the time is how much the Clinic costs, and that’s why I’m at PS 220 now instead of Our Lady of Heavenly Blessing. Surprise! Don’t worry about me, I’ve already made pals with a kid named Jody. I think you’d like him. He sees things differently than most people, just like you.

Your little sister who misses you,

Dagmar

P.S. Oh, I almost forgot! Mama told me to say that suicide is never the answer, you can always talk to a trusted adult, there are free hotlines to call with trained counselors, you’re just depressed, some people have it much worse than you, and if you succeeded think of what it would do to your family.

Midget

Midget

Dag and me must be feeling charitable to Midget cuz the rest a the walk we include her in our conversation, real interesting stuff like do peoples heads pop off when they get hanged and whats up with yeast infections and how its possible from like a science perspective for Aragorn to surf down the bones of the Dead Men of Dunharrow. We go like <Isnt that right, Midget?> and <Midget, you hear that?> and <I bet Midget knows what Im saying!> Course Midge doesnt reply. Shes busy trying to trap a fly in her hand so she can tell it her secrets. But I think she enjoys hearing her name in chitchat. When we cross the street little sister holds real tight to my jean jacket.

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