Don't Shoot!

Praise

From: ChaseR@eureka.com
To: badadditude@hotmail.com
Date: 10 August 10:38pm
Subject: You win

Dear Jeremy -O{O-,

(I’m making smileys for everybody so I can enter them into my e-mail shortcuts. I think that will work. This one OK for you? You don’t even have to read it sideways. I didn’t put in the braces #, but I can if you want. For sure!)

You were the first one to write back so you win! I forgot to think of what the prize is, but you’re the winner.

You’re so right about Mallory. She loves it out here and that’s because she DRIVES. So as much as she’s here, like weekends, she says, "Oh, I wish we could have spent my first seventeen years in the country." Mallory is obviously part cicada. (I don’t know what her other part is.) She’s been commuting fifteen minutes to work in Lexington all summer. She leaves before the cicadas really start up and hauls her butt home right before adry when they’ve shut up again. She has no idea.

I gotta go. I just wanted to answer your e-mail before bed.

I’m using this one for me: q:L)

Or me when Mom insists that I wear my cap the right way: d:—-/

Or me – like now – when someone is yelling for me to get offline so they can make a phone call: q;—-|

q;-@ (me yelling, "ALL RIGHT!")

CHASER by Michael J. Rosen. Copyright (c) 2002 by Michael J. Rosen. Published by Candlewick Press, Inc., Cambridge, MA.