Letter No. 7 [a formal introduction]

Dear Friend,

Because we’re still quarantined, we can’t exactly find new friends, but I have made a couple. I would like to introduce you to them, particularly to a little fellow named Mr. B.

He lives on Cherry Tree Avenue and is a famous writer. I feel you two would hit it off right away, but we are all practicing social distancing, so of course you can’t meet in person (yet). He lives in the mauve townhouse, on the fourth floor.

He has one other friend, Katie (her dog tends to walk her instead of the other way around). She lives on the fifth floor, right above Mr. B. She’s only seven, but I’m telling you, her sleuthing skills outrank those of many individuals I know who are three times her age. They’re solving a mystery right now, because there’s something fishy going on in the townhouse across the street. I don’t know what it is yet; they haven’t told me. I’m sure they will, eventually. I hope.

Also, I don’t think Mr. B is a human, now that I think of it. Don’t say anything about it when you meet him though, he gets sensitive about things like that.

I hope you are well, dear friend. I hope you are taking walks by evening street-light and baking pies and watching the green buds in your garden poke up and grow slowly. We are.

Until next time,

Tara