Letters to Amberly: A bottle of scotch
I feel really embarrassed now for telling you how I feel. I should know better when dealing with you, no suprises, or anything of that matter. I know you’re lying. That’s just the way you are.
But really, Kingsley, when are you just going to admit something?
I’ll leave it at that. Things are horrible here, just so you know. I put flowers on your mother’s grave today, its a shame they buried her on the island, I know how much she detested it here. I’m starting to understand a lot now lately, about your mother, mine, you, myself…its such a twisted, tangled web of lies and hatred.
Oh, what do I know.
Please do accept the bottle of scotch I sent along with your letter, I stole it from your uncle’s place when he was out, I know how much you love it.
Hope to hear from you soon.