Every morning the mail deliverer comes and puts letters in our mailbox while I watch him through the window. Every morning I check to see if I receive anything but all of them are addressed to Florence. Every morning I tell her that she has received letters and she says to put them on the desk in one of the office rooms and that she'll get to them later. She never opens them and now the desk is piled full of letters that haven't been read. But yesterday I checked the mail and oh my goodness gracious! This time the letters were addressed to me! All of them! What a gorgeous smile I did right there and then, all my teeth bared, but then I had to hide it because I didn't want them all getting suspicious of my treasures. In my room I locked the door and I opened the letters and one of them said this: "Clover, you are really spectacular, thank you for playing guitar in my favorite band, I love you - an anonymous fan." Oh that just made me weep. The next one was about a debt I owed and then there was another one from a person I think. None of the words were in a language I recognized but I thought from the handwriting that the person who wrote it seemed to be a sweetheart so I wept again. At this point there was a knock on the door and I was told that it was time for lunch so I left my letters behind but I will read the rest of them later. Thank you my fan army.

-Clover