Dear Latrelle,
Thank you for a lovely evening. The meal was marvelous and I especially liked the Ceaser dressing on the flank steak.(be sure and thank Sugar for me again, would you?) I will be calling you for that potato recipe soon. You made Mama proud with your culinary talents. And you looked so cute slicing up that steak with that really large knife. And nobody in the room seemed at all concerned about you with that knife. You have most certainly come a long way. Sugar and Jon-boy were delightful as always. Sugar’s therapy seems to be working, I mean she didn’t even dice up Uncle Donnie when he made his usual sexist remark about baking cookies being womans work. And Jon–well he seems eerily normal. You seemed so calm and serene which is amazing with the potential for violence…which I didn’t even think about until Hank began reminising about when he snapped and choked Boomer at one of your family gatherings. As I talked with Mary I could not get that scene out of my head of her and Hank in the car and her tearing her clothes off as they went down the road yelling “fuck me” “fuck me, you know you want to”!!! It was nice of her to clean up the kitchen like she did.
Oh, and Latrelle, I love the table talk when we all get together. I mean we talked about everything from politics, to sports, to nutrition, to food poisoning. Trust me I will never leave a turkey sandwich with mayo on my dash board for 6 hours or let you make my lunch. And the bonus is: I now know the difference between assassination and plain ole murder. You know how I love to learn new things. I’m glad Hank’s staying on his medication and sorry I brought up his motor cycle named “Organ Donor”. I’m so happy you all liked my cookies. I will get you some parchment paper for Christmas. Bangert seems very taken with you………I think that’s reallllllllll nice. And he’s so polite and helpful, offering to clean up all the blood and all. Well, it’s time for me to turn in and rest up for my 6-9 minutes on the treadmill tomorrow, oh yeah and I have to clean the dog shit off my tennis shoes. I love you.
Sissy