V-mail from Gloria Whitehall to Sgt. Robert Whitehall
Darling Robert,
Oh, I have such news. Corrine is walking! I’m watching her right now, taking tentative steps, finding her footing. Her laughter nearly drowns out the bell tolling for the dead in this town. So full of life.
In other news—and don’t call me a gossip hound, this is important—my friend Rita is going to be a grandmother! You know...my pen pal? Well, get this. Her son, Toby, must have fallen in love with the town misfit, this young skinny thing by the name of Roylene. Toby’s back overseas, and Roylene is four months gone! A baby! Rita’s having a hard time with this news, as can be expected. But I can’t help but be excited for her. I’m looking at Corrine play and all I can see is the happiness she brings our family. Make sure you stay safe, my Robert. Don’t be a hero. Be good to yourself, and don’t worry about us. We are fine. I promise.
All my love,
Ladygirl