I’m Off

Dearest Octavian,

Soooooooo. I threatened to off our new PHOOLTUS (Pumpkin-Head Of Our Lost & Torn United States) and now I'm headed to exile in France.

If you want to call it "exile", that is. I've always wanted to go to Paris. Granted, I didn't want to be under House Arrest or whatever they call it there, but still... From what I understand, I'll be placed in a "home" and will be under government supervision, but I'll still be free within the house. And if I'm good, I'll be free to roam outside of the home in a dozen or so years...I guess that's their idea of getting off for good behavior.

I just wish I could have brought Gem with me. She's the greatest kitten ever and I'll miss her so much. You'll take care of her for me, won't you? I hope you don't mind me pawning my feline off on you like this, but I didn't have anyone else that I could depend on...I mean, yeah, me and Robb were getting to know each other, but it hadn't gotten that serious yet, so...*sigh*...I don't think he'll be writing me.

As for mom and dad and Kyle? You know I was the black sheep in our crew for the last several years, so I don't think they'll be mourning my loss much. Helena was the only one that truly cared, but she's gone, of course...Please stop by her grave and put flowers there every month, like I used to do. I miss my twin so much.

Well, I think we're almost to the place that will be my new home...or what I guess will have to pass for one. I'll write you when I'm able and hope to hear back, as you're my only tie to America, now.

Take care,

Felicia