Leon Werth.

Dear Fleur.
I am at school. Writing my essay. Sort of. I kind of just want to go lay in the chair in the corner and pull my yellow sweater over my face and sleep. I won't though. Because I am writing my essay.
I was reading Joel last night, and then I had a dream that someone gave me a whole paper sack full of pale pink peonies. It was pretty darn amazing. That's probably why I am so tired. I woke up thinking about the dream and couldn't really sleep after. I was busy drawing peonies last night.
I haven't worked on Norm The Tie Man for 5 days now. I feel really bad. But everything is crazy. There is just so many birthday presents I need to finish and wrap and send and keep. I AM ALMOST OUT OF RIBBON.
My French is suffering. Remind me to get the snowball from Rog tonight so Victoria and I can have a lesson next week. Okay. Good.
Now.
Back to my essay. And then when Mandy gets out of math she and I will have quesadillas for lunch. I made them with muenster and avocado and turkey. But I forgot my tea. I was going to make tea this morning. Zut alors.
Love Bella.

socks.

Dear Fleur.
Woke up this morning with my Mamie shaking me by the shoulders.
Rolled out of bed.
Tired eyes.
Piled my hair on top of my head.
Pulled a white knit cable sweater on.
Looked out the french doors and saw the snow on the ground.
& Skyped Sam.

This boy.

(That lovely lady is Kaylene. She's a brilliant soul.)

He's doing fine. Caught a petite cold. But fine.
We talked about socks. And people who hate us. Did you know, not a lot of people hate me? I never thought of that. But then I wonder, how many people actually love me? And I think, if putting all of my pairs of socks on someone's doorstep would make them love me, I would do it. But I'm a ridiculous person. So I don't know.
What would I do to get someone to like me?
Really. How far would I go?
And do people actually like me?
Really. In their hearts?

I LIKE SOCKS TODAY.
I have tube socks running through my head.

Love from Bell.