Carmen says to the intercom, seeing the door open. In comes the woman, ‘the bible thumper,’ Carmen likes to call her. “Hello, what have you possibly come here for?” Carmen asks sarcastically. She knew exactly what this woman was here for; Cherie had sent at least 45% of her top workers to come and beg her.

“Well, I’d like to know why you left our poor Cherie, she is so heartbroken,” the woman replies, obviously forced to have come. “I loved a side of her she never showed me in person, I love Cherie” Carmen replies, thinking of the wonderful letters, that seem of a time so far ago. “I don’t know why it didn’t work” Carmen’s interrupted by screaming from the other woman.

“THAT’S BECAUSE YOU TWO WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER!” The woman yells from across the room, hidden in the shadow where light wasn’t able to reach it. The woman quickly walks out of the office. Carmen sighs, ‘damn bible thumpers.’

Carmen turns her chair and continues to stare at the sky. It had stopped raining once the woman had come in, now, the brightest star of all, the sun, was beginning to break through the dark clouds.

…

Carmen comes home, already late night, thinking of her long stressful day, a headache, throbbing loudly in her ears, from the woman’s loud scream. Carmen sighs when she enters her room, having her mother offer her 10 dif plates of comfort food, as her mother liked to call it, she wasn’t hungry though, she was never hungry though, and always tired, but that would end soon… right?

Carmen gets ready for bed, putting on some sweats with a white T. She lays down, trying to sleep, however unsuccessful. She skims her room, and her eyes lock onto the dozen letters sitting on her desk. She sighs and gives up, she opens the letters one by one. Laughing at how corny somewhere, at how ridiculous they were, and how stupid they must think Carmen is by writing such things.

Dear Ms. Morales,

Ms. Jaffie is so utterly heartbroken, we hope that you soon will see how much you love her.

                                           Alfred Belatte