June 11, 2007
To Detroit: I dig that we get along so well. And your sister is just as much a joy as you are. I know youíve had a rough time of it with exís and your children. They donít know how great you are! I donít know why, but thatís gotta be it. I see how anguished you are when She-Devil wonít let you see your little sunshine. She is only angry and hurt. This will pass. She will grow up and realize that crying over spilt milk is a waste of time. She can always get more at the store.