The Last Letter by Rebecca Yarros EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Rebecca Yarros
- Language: English
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BECKETT
Letter #1
Dear Chaos,
At least that’s what my brother says they call you. I asked him if any of
his buddies needed a little extra mail, and yours was the name I was
given.
So hi, I’m Ella. I know the whole no-real-names-in-correspondence
rule. I’ve been writing these letters just as long as he’s been doing what
he does…which I guess is what you do.
Now, before you put this letter aside and mumble an awkward
“Thanks, but no thanks,” like guys do, know that this is just as much for
me as it is for you. Considering that I’d be able to have a safe place to
vent away from the curious eyes of this tiny, nosy town, it would almost
be like I’m using you.
So, if you’d like to be my ear, I’d be grateful, and in return, I’d be
happy to be yours. Also, I make pretty awesome peanut butter cookies. If
cookies didn’t come with this letter, then go beat my brother, because
he’s stolen your cookies.
Where do I start? How do I introduce myself without it sounding like a
singles ad? Let me assure you, I’m not looking for anything more than a
pen pal—a very faraway pen pal—I promise. Military guys don’t do it
for me. Guys in general don’t. Not that I don’t like guys. I just don’t have
time for them. You know what I do have? Profound regret for writing this
letter in pen.
I’m the little sister, but I’m sure my brother already told you that. He’s
got a pretty big mouth, which means you probably know that I have two
kids, too. Yes, I’m a single mom, and no, I don’t regret my choices. Man,
I get sick of everyone asking me that, or simply giving me the look that
implies the question.
I almost erased that last line, but it’s true. Also, I’m just too lazy to
rewrite the whole thing.
I’m twenty-four and was married to the twins’ sperm donor all of
about three seconds. Just long enough for the lines to turn pink, the
doctor to say there were two heartbeats, and him to pack in the quiet of
the night. Kids were never his thing, and honestly, we’re probably better
for it.
If pen pal kids aren’t your thing, I won’t take offense. But no cookies.
Cookies are for pen pals only.
If you’re good with single parenthood in a pen pal, read on.
My twins are five, which, if you did the math correctly, means they
were born when I was nineteen. After shocking our little town by
deciding to raise them on my own, I just about gave it a coronary when I
took over Solitude when my grandmother died. I was only twenty, the
twins were still babies, and that B&B was where she’d raised us, so it
seemed like a good place to raise my kids. It still is.
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