Dear Sylvia Read Online Free

wasn’t ours but you were their anyway playing piano at a lesson. I didn’t hear you at all. I guess because the snow was too loud from our walking. But I saw you.
    It was dark where I was but where you were it was so bright you were taking off your hair band and you looked right at me.
    Deer Sylvia,
    My teacher Miss Glendon is giving me a hard time over my spelling! I have been working so hard on it too and dragging my dictionary whenever I go to write you a letter. But she gives us tricky words like three kinds of THEREs and UNFORTUNATELY.
    She said — Owen! When you make such basic errors on the page people will think you are an IGNORAMOUSE!
    Miss Glendon is yelling at lots of us not just me. I think she feels bad because she hasn’t made us perfect and school is almost over. She doesn’t know how hard I am trying. And how much it slows me down when I have all these stories and everything happening in my head to tell you.
    Love,
Owen
    PSST! When you do read these letters I hope you see I am not really an ignoramouse. But sometimes the dictionary doesn’t have the words I need or else my eyes can’t find them or they are on another page.
    PSST again! Its OK if you don’t remember seeing me outside with my hockey stick that night when I saw you. It was a long time ago and sometimes it is different depending on what side of the window you’re on.

    Deer Sylvia,
    We are getting poorer and poorer. Dad came out of his office for the first time all week I think but it was because his typewriter ribbon was in shreds. He has not shaved in a long time. He raced out and bought six new ribbons. Mom and him had another loud windstorm but this time they didn’t even wait for us to go to bed. They had it right in the living room. Mom said — how could you buy six ribbons when we haven’t even paid the electrisitty electricity bill?
    And Dad said — I’ll be finished the book in six ribbons!
    And Mom said — how many pages will that be?
    And Dad said — about 400!
    And Mom said — who’s going to read a 400 page book? You won’t even let me read the first 20 pages!
    So Dad threw the pages at her and she went upstairs with them and we are all waiting.
    Except Dad. He is CLACKclackCLACKing again.
    Leonard and Andy and me are thinking of ways to make money so we don’t have to eat boiled cans which is what we have for dinner now instead of food. We want to bring Sylvester to the river and make a show so he would dive underwater for his rock and people would pay us. He is the only underwater dog we know.
    Love,
Owen

    Deer Sylvia,
    Mom doesn’t like the Invisible Enshurince Man!
    She spent all afternoon reading and reading in the bedroom with the door closed. When she finally came out her face looked gray as an old newspaper that’s been left in the wall for 100 years and when you have to open up the wall to look for someone’s skullbone instead you find the newspaper.
    She said — who is Rebecca?
    And Dad said — I made her up!
    And Mom said — I want to know who she is!
    But Dad couldn’t tell her.
    So Mom drove off in the car. She learned to giggle it herself. Now it’s suppertime and we’re having canned beens beans. I’ll tell you what happens later.
    Now it’s later.
    We sat and stared at the beans. It felt like we were all underneath too many blankets. Finally Leonard said — I can’t eat this stuff its poyzunned poisoned!
    Dad looked at him like he just pulled the ring out of a grenade.
    Leonard poked his beans around and around on the plate.
    He said in his little voice — they taste like clay.
    Dad hit the table with his hand! We jumped and Leonard’s plate rolled onto the floor like a hubcap.
    With beans on it.
    Then Leonard had to get the rag and the mop and another plate and a spoon and scrape all the poisoned beans into the garbage and Dad said he could go