Love Letters Page #2

you're always doing the right thing.

You're a victim

of your parents sometimes.

That was why I picked Charlie

to do the rumba with that time.

He, at least, likes

to hack around occasionally.

I'm enclosing a picture I drew

of a puppet on a string.

You are the puppet.

Your parents are the strings.

This is you, Andy, sometimes.

I know it seems jerky,

but I like writing, actually.

I like writing compositions in English.

I like writing letters. I like writing you.

I wanted to write that letter to your

mother because I knew you'd see it.

Like talking to you

when you weren't here.

-But a letter doesn't--

-You couldn't interrupt.

My father says people should write

as much as they can.

It's a dying art.

He says letters are a way...

...of presenting yourself in the best

possible light to another person.

I think that too.

I think you sound too much

like your father.

But I'm not gonna argue

with you by mail.

Anyway, the skiing's too good.

Get well soon.

I'm sorry you broke your leg.

Mummy says I broke my leg

on purpose...

...because I'm

a self-destructive person.

All I know is, I wish

I'd broken my arm instead...

...so I'd have a good excuse

not to write any more letters.

I'm enclosing this picture I drew

of the bedpan.

Don't you love its shape?

They've shipped me off

to this nunnery.

Help. Let me out of here.

It's the end of the absolute world.

They've made me room with this fat,

spoiled Cuban number...

...who has nine pairs of shoes.

All she does is lie on her bed

and listen to Finian's Rainbow.

Who gives a crap

how things are in Glocca Morra?

It's here where they're miserable.

Come save me, Andy.

Yes!

Harwood!

Let's go, let's go!

At least write...

...just so I can hear a boy's voice...

...even on paper.

I got shipped off too.

Got a scholarship to this fancy

boys' boarding school.

My father thinks it's time

I was with all boys.

And my mother thinks

I'm a diamond in the rough.

I'll write as soon as I'm smoother.

Dear diamond, don't let that school

smooth you out too much.

I like the rough part.

Don't you think boarding school's

a crock?

-No.

-I do. I think it's the pits.

-Except for this art course I'm taking.

-You still like to draw?

And paint and sculpt.

My teacher thinks I have talent.

Has she seen your masterpiece:

Kangaroo Jumping Over

a Glass of Orange Juice?

She took me to her studio

in town...

...where we did life drawings

of her lover in just a jockstrap.

Would you ever pose for me

in a jockstrap?

Who needs a jockstrap?

Are you boasting or complaining?

-Now I know.

-Very funny.

Sorry to hear about your mother,

by the way.

About divorcing Hooper McFail?

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