It’s not even in an envelope – it was meant, of course, to be passed from one hand to the next. A piece of paper with a faint ring and splatter of a stain, folded in fourths. The handwriting is messy chickenscratch, but it’s a messy chickenscratch deeply familiar to Caina Rose.
I meant it when I said we aught ought to have a get together. I know itll be weird as fuck. Take as long as you need cause Ill be around. You know how to get to me. If your never ready I get it. But if/when you are:
Ill bring the cards + the booze + the old toffin. You just got to tell me where + when.
– You know who