Oct. 27
Dear Alex,
On my way home from work today, I passed you sitting at a bench beside the river. I glanced at you, a dark figure against the sunset and the birch trees with their peeling white bark and golden leaves, but I don't think you saw me, because your hand was moving fiercely over the sketchbook in your lap. I remember when you used to draw me pictures. Who do you draw pictures for now?
When I got home, I went into the bathroom and took the tampon box out from under the sink- that's where I stash the things I don't want Sean to find- and I fingered the sketch you drew of me at the start of senior year. It's on a piece of notebook paper and it's crinkled in one of the corners, but it's perfectly drawn and shaded. You drew me laughing, and I look delicate- pretty, even.
I heard the front door open and slam shut, and I jammed the sketch back into the box.
Will you draw me another picture sometime, Alex? Will you draw me a picture of Freedom?
Love,
Carrie
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