Fan+Fiction+-+Dear+Mother

= Dear Mother=

Dear Mother,

I have been visiting Bath for a few hours now, and the city seems pleasant enough. I have found a Bed and Breakfast in town owned by a kind, old lady. She is a bit wrong in the head, but I suspect that’s one of the side effects of being extraordinarily nice. She has low rent, five and sixpence a night, and the whole house seems pleasant enough. I learned my manners, even if you do not think so Mother, and politely accepted the tea and I followed the instructions she gave to me.

Apparently, there have only been two tenants before me, and the last one checked in about two years ago. I find it slightly suspicious, but my landlady tells me not to worry. I do still wonder where ever the last tenants went, and why their names sound vaguely familiar.

I wonder if being attached to your pets has limits. For example, my landlady has stuffed her dachshund and her parrot. They look very real, and from the view I had been viewing them from, they almost were real. I guess my logic needs rebooting and I should have checked to see if they were breathing.

The only reason I happen to be writing this letter to you, Mother, is that this home reminded me of our home. I may one day be able to visit again; I know that you would like that, yes? By the way, do you happen to own red nail polish? I noticed that the lady seemed to have painted her fingernails this particular color and I thought of you numerous beauty products.

I hope to visit soon,

Your son,

Billy