Hope came home Saturday, while I was a way in LA.
She came home when I WAS NOT HOME?!
Not a call. Not an email. Not even a damned post on this blog, which I know you read, you little runaway.
I got your note. What a disgusting thing. Why do you hate me so much?
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Dr. Hendler,
I am always slightly reticent about leaving messages where your family life is concerned. I am all too aware that this is none of my business but surely as she left you a note she is keen to keep some dialogue open with you. It would have been the easiest thing in the world for her not to have left a note at all.
However difficult you find her behaviour she obviously wants you to know that she is well and that in itself shows she cares.
I don't care for you opinion in this matter, sir. You should have seen the filth she wrote me. What a hateful child!
DAMN IT, I made a spelling error.
I don't care for YOUR opinion. Your. YOUR.
What did she write in that note, Dr. Hendler?
filth? it really couldnt have been that bad..it wasnt full of i hate yous and wish you were deads was it? and im sure it wasnt pornographic so how bad can it be? was it about DJ? maybe Marshal?
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