Dear Leia,

            I am sorry for not sending word to you for so long but in the past weeks I have found myself unable to deliberate the right words to send. At first all I could think to say was sorry, but I knew that was not what you wanted to hear. Then I did not know what you would want to hear and ended up forestalling the moment when I would have to sit down and finely write this letter to you.

            I think his laughter is what I will miss most about Coal Burrganhand, his obnoxious, load, and infectious laughter. It is not the same without it lingering in the halls as before, but I think that Coal would have wanted us to keep laughing even without him here to enjoy the joke. So, as I write these words to you, I will let go and laugh, for Coal.

             I miss your laughter too, you know, I cannot not say I miss his laughter well if you could call it that, it certainly did not sound like any kind of living creature lit alone a happy one, but I can say I miss the times when he could make you laugh. I think those were the moments he was the most happy. After all with what he has been through, happiness is something he is in a desperate need of.

             Please bring him back that happiness, before someone else dies.


Sincerely your friend
Dr.P



P.S. Our little secret would make him very happy.