As I was entering my porch some ominous feeling made me turn back. I nervously went to check the mailbox. She had the audacity to send another letter! Her letter read:

Dear Anastasia,

I sincerely hope this letter does NOT find you well, and I hope your new friends do the same thing to you you did to me. I will tolerate speaking to you when I need something, and that’s it. Remember to write back with your part of the project because I’m not doing everything for you. You can’t use me, again. And…..

(To be continued, I need more time)