Letters from a Comatose Patient

Letter #4

 Dear (Cather) Wren,

I think your mom hates me.

No joke.

I told her I was planning on getting you a cat for your birthday—

which, by the way, it's a very good thing you aren't getting these letters—

And she glared at me like I'd killed her husband.

Er, well, you know what I mean.

Wow, that was a little insensitive of me, wasn't it?

Thank God you aren't getting these letters.

The death glare you'd give me would be enough to do me in.

But it's kinda cute, too.

Hm.

This is a very difficult pickle I have placed myself in.

To give you the letters or to not give you the letters?

That is the question.

Oh, look at me, trying to reference Shakespeare.

I think I got it a bit wrong...

Oops.

March 25,

Koda