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Dear Corinthia,
I was trying to decide how to send this to you. I didn’t want it getting
mixed up with the open letter I wrote to the whole base. I really should
have sent this first, and the open letter the next day. So, sorry for the
delay, and I’m sorry you’re feeling bad. I’m really hoping that you feel
better by the time you get this. Actually, I’m hoping you felt better by the
time I got your letter about it. I might know of a way to
help. When I was still young—so young that I can’t entirely trust my
memories of those days. The poisons had not yet destroyed the environment,
but things were pretty bad already. I guess I’ve never really gotten into
it, but the gases were kind of a breaking point for preexisting struggles
all over the world. They were nowhere near the beginning of conflict. That
was a hard time for us, but I was oblivious, because I was too young to
understand. I was a little hungry some of the time, but not starving, and
definitely not neglected. Dad did the best he could to provide for us during
a difficult period in history, and that often meant spending time away from
me to make money. Since he had to be away so much, a babysitter cared for
me. We couldn’t afford much of course, but she must have been willing to do
a lot for not very much money. She was so kind to me, I always thought she
just enjoyed my company since I was a pretty cute kid. Thinking on it now,
though, maybe there was something between them. Maybe she was never a
babysitter at all, but a girlfriend. They didn’t tell me her last name, so I
can’t look her up, and I’m afraid to ask. I have never otherwise known him
to date. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. It’s just that, I was having
my own troubles during all that where I was getting sick kind of regularly,
and in different ways. Man, maybe I really should ask dad about that to see
what was going on. Was I terribly ill, with something concrete and
diagnosable? No matter what was wrong, one thing that my caretaker did for
me every single time was make me chicken noodle soup. Also looking back at
that, I doubt it was even real chicken. However, I still have the
recipe, and I’ve attached it here in case you have the right ingredients to
supplement what isn’t available. Maybe you have nothing that works. Or maybe
you have chicken noodle soup all the time, and I sound like a patronizing
doofus. Just...I hope you’re feeling better, and that things are going okay
with you, okay? How’s Bray? How was my letter received by your friends? When
are you coming down to Earth for a visit?
Take care of yourself,
Condor
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