It’s me! I’m pretty sure mail interception isn’t much of a thing anymore, but if it is . . . well, sorry. I know you’re both worried sick about me, so I decided I had to put you out of your misery. As you may have been able to tell from the stamp, I’m living the high life in a little place called Stockholm, and I’ve eaten so many meatballs that the police wouldn’t be able to recognize me if they tried. I doubt I’ll ever leave. Come winter I might be singing a different tune, but hey. Ingen ko på isen, as the Swedes say.
I have to say, Watermelonie, I do enjoy your new name. I hear you’re Lou-Lou’s tour partner now? Very cute. Don’t forget, if you neglect to invite me to your wedding, I’ll never forgive you :)
On a more serious note, everyone else in our old playgroup seems to have vanished entirely off the map. I’m taking it as a good thing, but if you have any news, tell me.
Well, my hand is cramping, so that’s all you get for now. There’s a return address on the inside of the envelope.
With indifference,
The God of Beginnings
P.S. That’s Janus, Lou-Lou.