Letters from Chicago

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August 15, 2004

Dear Jamie,

Well, I’m very glad to hear that you’re well. I love you and I worry when I hear strange things like ‘everyone went off to Asgard.’ Since when is Asgard a real place anyway? But then, I can walk through walls, who am I to talk.

My life has been far less interesting, as you can imagine. I’ve started making less than subtle hints to my parents about getting me a ticket home. Dad’s willing but mom’s being less forthcoming. Says there’s no rush. However, I’m not worried. I will be coming home, I swear it.

Beyond pestering my parents I’ve not actually been up to much. Most of my friends here have started getting their back-to-school stuff ready, which means they’ve started thinking again about how I don’t go to a school here, and a couple of them started asking questions about my school. I didn’t mind it from Sara, but from the kids I don’t know as well it’s sort of weird. I’m really not comfortable telling them I go to Xavier’s School for the Gifted – no idea how they’d take it still, so I’m not bringing it up. But that means, since I won’t talk to them about it, that I’ve been spending a lot less time with them. Seem to think I'm some sort of snob. Can’t ever make people happy, it seems.

Except you, of course. Love you.

Am going to go to the pool, I think. Will undoubtedly run into people, but I want to be moving and it sounds a lot cooler than going for a walk.

Yours,
-Kitty

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August 15, 2004

Dear Al,

How are you? How’s Miles? I have to admit, I’m writing with an ulterior motive. My mother is not being very definite about my chances of getting to go back to school – claims she likes having me at home, which I know is a lie because I’m a complete brat and I drive her up the wall. I was wondering if I could enlist your aid in putting the lean on her? I really, really, really don’t want to transfer, but I think that’s what she’s thinking. I’ve got to get back to NY, and Jamie, and all of you, or I’ll go out of my mind.

If you can do anything, thank you so much in advance. I’ll keep working on her from my end.

Love,
-Kit

p.s. Don’t tell Jamie. I don’t want him to worry, and if things go pear shaped I want to tell him myself.