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           Isitraining?Imissyoualready.I’malmostfinishedpackingforFlorida,butIcan’tfindmypinkblouse.DoyouknowwhereIputit?Philsayshi.Mom.

           Isighedandwenttothenext.Itwassenteighthoursafterthefirst.

           "Bella,"shewrote...

           Whyhaven’tyoue-mailedmeyet?Whatareyouwaitingfor?Mom.

           Thelastwasfromthismorning.

           Isabella,

           IfIhaven’theardfromyouby5:30p.m.todayI’mcallingCharlie.

           Icheckedtheclock.Istillhadanhour,butmymomwaswellknownforjumpingthegun.

           Mom,

           Calmdown.I’mwritingrightnow.Don’tdoanythingrash.Bella.

           Isentthat,andbeganagain.

           Mom,

           Everythingisgreat.Ofcourseit’sraining.Iwaswaitingforsomethingtowriteabout.Schoolisn’tbad,justalittlerepetitive.Imetsomenicekidswhositbymeatlunch.

           Yourblouseisatthedrycleaners-youweresupposedtopickitupFriday.

           Charlieboughtmeatruck,canyoubelieveit?Iloveit.It’sold,butreallysturdy,whichisgood,youknow,forme.

           Imissyou,too.I’llwriteagainsoon,butI’mnotgoingtocheckmye-maileveryfiveminutes.Relax,breathe.Iloveyou.Bella.

           IhaddecidedtoreadWutheringHeights-thenovelwewerecurrentlystudyinginEnglish-yetagainforthefunofit,andthat’swhatIwasdoingwhenCharliecamehome.I’dlosttrackofthetime,andIhurrieddownstairstotakethepotatoesoutandputthesteakintobroil.

           "Bella?"myfathercalledoutwhenheheardmeonthestairs.

           Whoelse?Ithoughttomyself.

           "Hey,Dad,welcomehome."

           "Thanks.