To Roach,
Dude, there's some weirdo living with my grandpa. You wouldn't believe how long he's let this woman stay here. She has this faint smell of soap on her all the time, and at the same time smells like dirt and sweat. She dresses like a man Roach, a MAN! She's all casual with my grandpa too. It's super fucking weird.
Me and my grandpa went up hunting yesterday though, the 29th, and she came with us because my grandpa asked her to. She was really quiet, which didn't bother me much, but when she did speak I could see inside her mouth. Her teeth were yellow like she'd been smoking her whole life. Maybe she was homeless before my grandpa.
She kept calling my grandpa by his first name. I never knew it until my mom had taken me up here for the trip. Mom said I was staying with grandpa Harlin for the weekend, so she's coming to pick me up sometimes today. School is a pain.
By the way, this might sound crazy, but I think this woman that's staying with my grandpa is a witch. Being serious with you, she literally picked up dirt and sniffs it. She also buries her left overs in the ground and sits outside for hours with her eyes closed. I think she might be cursing my grandpa to let her stay here longer.
She really is weird Roach.
Whatever, Crow.

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Sin
General FictionThe collection of letters between Possum, Rat, Roach, Crow, and Thing.