Dear Dante,
I debated about whether or not to write you again, seeing as how I think you might be unstable. But you could also just be lonely, and if anyone knows about loneliness, it’s me.
The verse you sent was very poetic.
I’m sorry, but I can’t think of anything else to say about that right now.
What I would like to say is that I hope you’re not dangerous and about to be granted parole, because boy, would I look stupid when the police find my dead body and our correspondence. I can already see the headline:
“World’s Dumbest Woman Ignores All Logic and Writes Letters to Prisoner Who Eventually Kills Her!”
Okay, that’s a lot, but you get my point. We’ve all heard about the prison pen pal romance gone wrong thing. Not that I’m suggesting there’s anything romantic here, mind you! Just that I’ll look really stupid if you break out of prison and kill me.
Especially after writing that last line.
Anyway. I most likely will shred this before it has a chance to be mailed. But on the off chance that I don’t, please consider being truthful about what you did to be sentenced to prison. I suppose I could get my detective friend to tell me because people in his position probably have access to all kinds of sensitive information, but I’d rather hear it from you.
That’s it for now. I doubt you’ll ever read this letter, because I’m ninety percent sure I’ll tear it up, but if I don’t, well…
Take care, I guess?
Sincerely,
Kayla
