A Letter.

Dear Doris,
I know it's a little late for this since you are moving back soon and all, but i really miss you.
The weather in Portland is not nice. it is cloudy and weird and it is supposed to be summer and it's not.
The church people by V's house are really weird. The big lot next door is usually overgrown and jungle like, the grass so tall you can't even really tell that there is concrete. And most times, V's grass is really tall and he gets complaints from the neighborhood, which i think is silly. Anyway, he mowed his lawn and it looks really good, and then the next day the church people mowed the lot. Then he let it grow out a little bit, and so did they, and then he mowed it again, and the next day, the church lot was mowed too! it's so weird!
In the next few days i will hear about that job. i don't think i am going to get it though. i am not organized enough. i looked cute though...
Anyway, Doris, i am so excited that you are going to be back here soon. WHAT ARE WE GOING TODO??? i think you should make a list on here of the things you want to do when you get back, and then we can do them and it will be really fun kay?
i love you.
--Lucy