Bert

Mama is holding down the fort, as the head of our family is gone. Divorce may be filed, but a document cannot stand in the way of putting my family back together.

Richard

My brother Robert is filled with glamorous illusions of our family’s past being restored. Mama cannot accept Father and I back into her household unless we stand down. That is not our specialty.

This war will be fought, on the battlefront and in homes.

Bert

Father and Ricky are going to insist on having things their way. I love them profoundly, but this house was inherited under the circumstances that Mama own this home, and what Grandfather considered property.

And Father got married under the circumstances we never talk politics at dinner. When Father cannot be in control since our country cannot be, he flees and takes my rake of a brother with him. I care deeply for them, but they will persist until power is all of their possessions.

It is no wonder those confederate traitors are blatantly loosing the war.

Ricky

Mama has freed her property, and many of them are still working for her, according to my dear friend who writes to me on the state of my home.

My dearest Aunt Lucille insisted I try to make peace, as my mother is ill and we want to be written back into the will. However Papa and I by no means plan on marching back and begging forgiveness.

No, I will not push aside my sensibilities just for money! I shall act in the opposite. If I begged, why I would practically be another one of their filthy abolitionists!

Bert

I no longer wish for a United family, as Robert wrote a letter kindly telling us to kiss his arse. I do, however, wish for a United nation. That is why I will not accept a low level of slander from my own family.

The war is nearly over. We shall permit my brother and father back into our home, but it will no longer be their home. For they do not even want to be on United States soil.

Richard

The kindness of those housing father and I has run out, as has our meager funds. We are coming home. What else is there to say other than **** *******.

Bert

Walking back in shame, I know they have died inside. I am pleased to see family come, the torment of their stay has only just begun.

Richard

Those ****** got rid of our things.