"Dear Baby Blue,
By now, you should be glowing and full of life by the heavenly ambiance and energy encompassing the high house. You should be as happy as a clam and the two days spent in the higher house should weigh two years in your heart. It is what I think and wish for you thus, I want to believe you sail with the happy clouds above the high house skies. I ask, hope you are well my blue angel.
I am sorry for writing to you too early. I know the high house rules– enough for a maid who works in the butchering section should know. Hence, I understand surely that what I am about to ask of you shall come herculean and difficult to fulfill. But Baby Blue, please try all might of yours to borrow your way back home.
