Ms. Brooklyn Monty
2 Fairfield Drive
Bradford, Saint Cloud
Monday, December 27, 3024
My dearest Don Tino Bastijn,
Oh my gosh, as if hosting one funeral wasn’t expensive enough! I suppose Papa’s passing shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but his timing was really quite awful. We understand that you and Stella couldn’t make it for his funeral, one family trip to Saint Cloud this year was enough strain on the cash reserves. I’m sure Papa would have understood.
Natalia, on the other hand, seems to have lost all understanding and control. The night before the funeral I knew we had to get some sleep, but she just wouldn’t stop sobbing and blubbering. Ever since Papa died the wails from her bedroom are unbearable. Honestly, she really does carry on too much sometimes. And all this just before Christmas! Doesn’t she understand how much more stress she’s causing me?
Dear brother, I may be stone-hearted but I’m not entirely heartless. After the funeral was all over I sat quietly and played the piano until the the sun began to rise. It was the best way I could think of to remember Papa and to honour his memory.
I met a woman at the Bradford grocery store this week and we got to chatting as we clipped our coupons together in the produce aisle. It seems that Natalia and I are known in the neighbourhood as “The Widow and the Old Maid”. How delightful.
Life is misery, Tino. Everything is just so unfair.
Your devoted sister,
PS: I’ve enclosed a few pieces of jewellery that I found among Papa’s things. We have no use for such extravagant things, I thought you could give them to Cosette as a reminder of Mamma’s Familia.