worriedTasha and Hope are having a bonfire to 'celebrate' Ash Wednesday. We're burning things we don't need anymore. Old letters and news clippings from Katherine and Antanasia respectively. Hope wants s'mores. If you wanted to come over and sit or talk or do anything, we'd be glad to have you. Thomas is here and he'd like to see you. And Mary and Christina, of course. And I even promise Thomas won't do a nude firedance. Or...if he does, I'll block him from view with a sheet or something... If you don't want to, I understand. But I wanted you to have the option.
I love you, David.
