Dear Alex

[James Malcom MacDougal]

I have so many questions. I don't know what to say. Mother is so agitated, she sent me a howler screaming at me for going to the concert, but I know there is something more. Something she isn't saying. She knew. She knew. And so did you. You knew who I was. Who I am. Why don't I know you? What happened? The short scary lady, she was upset. Is she your wife? But she looks so young. I know you're not as old as you look, I've, I've read so many stories, about you. About your brother, the war. Mother doesn't talk about it much, I know it hurts her. I still don't know anything.

I have so many questions.

Jamie MacDougal, 17Sept