Winston spent the week packing his son’s room after Jake died in a car accident a month earlier. He paused at finding an unfinished letter meant as a joke.
If you’re reading this, then someone got tired of my jokes.
First, I’d like to apologize to Cindy for cutting and gluing her hair in first grade.
To Max, sorry I didn’t play with you more, boy. You’re a good dog.
To Mom, remember that time I went to Pete’s in the tenth grade? Well, about that, you see Cindy was babysitting alone and well, you know…