Letter 9
Hi Bianca,
Well, we’re here. End of the line. Perdenne. Emerald City. Shangri-La. El Dorado. Utopia. All sorts of other mystical places that are hard to reach and promise endless treasures once you arrive.
Lies, every one of ’em. I felt more excited the last time I washed my hair.
(God, washing my hair would be wonderful right now. The last time I washed mine was the Friday night, just before the excursion. These sonic showers do a decent job of loosening the dirt and removing body odors, but they do absolutely nothing for greasy hair. Right now I think I could wring my hair out and fry chicken in the grease. If I had a chicken. All of us girls have our hair tied up tight in buns and braids. Serena says she’s tempted to cut it all off and go for the bald look. No wonder you se
