Letters
By: Queenie and Kate
Hey Baby,
This would look crazy to anyone who saw me. I'm writing a letter to a dead boy. I don't know what to do, though, you've always been my best friend. And now, I have to go to Maureen for advice. Now, *that's* a good plan.
Mi Dios, I miss you so much! It's crazy, people don't think you can miss your friends like this. Obviously, they never had a friend like you. You were more than a friend to me, you were a sister and I loved you. (Still do, I can't think of you in the past-tense.) It went deeper than friends, deeper than sisters, deeper than love… But you know that, darling.
Remember that year—I think it was a year after we met, because I was clean-ish and Benny was around—that you convinced me to have a Halloween party in my apartment? You know, I really did want to all along, I just felt like I had to protest because you always got your way so easily!
I was… goodness, what was I? Was that the year I forced you to make me the Renaissance Lady costume? I think so, because I remember being all proud of my "cleavage". (I still didn't have much, even with the corset/bustier!) We met Mark that night too… lol, he finally connected me to that night, he always said that he though he knew me from somewhere other than the Cat Scratch. I was just thinking about the whole party, because it's almost Halloween again.
That's not why I'm writing the crazy letter though. Just… remember how you always told me, when I was mad at someone, I should write a letter to them? (Yes, and I did listen to the 'don't give it to them' part.) Well, I couldn't do that, he would have found out somehow or found it or… But you always used to let me "release" my tension to you, so I thought maybe I could do that now. I'll just have to burn it afterwards.
Things with Roger have gone to the shits recently. I don't know what happened. He's started denying he's my boyfriend again… just like on the first New Years after Benny… I don't know what happened or what people said to him this time. And, honestly, I'm a little pissed off! He's obviously got something up his ass, how can he just ignore me and treat me like this? We're supposed to be a couple, he's supposed to be a good guy, how could he justify doing something like this to himself? He has no right to deny me!
I don't know what to do Angel… God, I wish you were here to help me. I miss you, baby.
Love Always,
Your
Mimi Marquez