Dear Beth,
I had a scary incident today. Daddy was painting, and guess who came in? The neighbors. Well, they are bad. But they pawed everywhere and scared me greatly. They made me play piano and violin (on their second visit) and I let Talia out. Mommy said I was so brave, but I was quaking with fear.
Love, Maria
Our neighbors at the time were the prototypical bad kids. They started doing hard drugs before they could drive, and racked up several arrests. I was terrified of them, and rightly so.
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