Dear Sylvia Read Online Free Page B

Man. I get my box of letters from the closet and my dictionary and go downstairs to the basement where Uncle Lorne used to sleep in his cot before he married Ant Lorraine. He used to read car magazines there. Now I sit and write to you. It is like I am standing outside your house but you can’t see me but I am still allowed to be there. I see you sometimes in my head when you stand at the window. I write you anything I want.
    Love,
Owen
    Deer Sylvia,
    I moved my box down to the basement. I keep it under the wood under the work bench. My dictionary is by the hammers.
    We are still poor. Even though Mom is working now. We had cabbidge cabbage soup for dinner which Leonard said smelt like laundry. Dad told him to not be so spoilt. Dad made the soup all by himself from his own ressipee resippy idea. Mom is so tired now from resepshuning working all day she said we had to eat it.
    Andy said we’re so poor we’re almost orfins orphans and so we need to scavenge for ourselves. We went looking for pop bottles. The first one we found Andy showed to Sylvester who sniffed and sniffed it. Then he ran off and we thought maybe he could sniff bottles and we’d be rich! But every ditch we looked in after that didn’t have a bottle.
    I think Sylvester just likes sniffing. We did take him to the river before but the only people who came were some kids who laughed when he dove underwater and then didn’t pay us anything.
    Sylvester still has his rock which you found for him back in the spring at my birthday. But I don’t want him to lose it any more so I keep it under the workbench too and bring it out on special okayshuns occasions. Today I brought it out because Dad was CLACKclackCLACKing again almost as much as in the beginning. I was happy because I thought important things were happening with the Invisible Enshurince Man. Maybe someone was murdered and so the Enshurince Man has a case!
    Then Leonard came running to me and he said — Mom is sitting in Dad’s chair!
    She was home from work.
    We all went down the stairs to have a look. Leonard was right! Mom was sitting in Dad’s chair by the window in the living room. She had her feet up on Dad’s stool and she was reading the newspaper just like him!
    Andy said — what if Dad sees her!
    Mom put down the newspaper. How was school today — she said. Then she lifted up the page again to read.
    Just like Dad!
    Who went CLACKclackCLACK in his office.
    But he was going to come out soon and see Mom in his chair with the newspaper and then the windstorm was going to blow up all over again!
    So Leonard said — why don’t you sit over here Mom?
    In her chair.
    I like the stool — she said.
    But your chair is here! — Leonard said.
    She put down the paper again. She was almost laughing.
    But the CLACKclack stopped. Then Dad came out of his office. He looked at Mom sitting in his chair and she looked at him. And she lifted up the newspaper again!
    Mom said — there’s an interesting ressipee recipe here you might try.
    And Dad looked at her.
    And Mom said — doesn’t cost a fortune.
    And Dad went in the kitchen and put on his apron and came back out and we were all watching. He said — what is it? and she ripped it right off the page and gave it to him. Then she kept reading something else.
    It was tomato soup meatloaf and it was a lot better than the cabbage soup!
    If Dad keeps writing like this then he’ll get to 400 pages in a couple of weeks and we’ll be rich!
    Love,
Owen
    PSST! Fillus looks around now and holds up her own head. Her eyes are almost as blue as yours. She is not red any more except her hair. She is getting harder to put to sleep because she doesn’t cry so loud before I get there. So she’s ready for me. She likes me to carry her outside to look at the swing set and the swimming tub Eleanor and Sadie have because they are richer than us. Sometimes Sadie comes