Written July 1, 2003
I often think of Tanya and wonder where she is now. I knew her such a short time. She is someone I've never forgotten. I met her in a laundermat. We were both pregnant. I'd left my husband who told me he didn't want our baby. I tried not to get sick each time I thought of his words, "I don't love you like I once did," but I couldn't help it. I thought I'd die of dehydration if I stayed, so I left for the baby's sake. Tanya was my friend. When my husband said, "Please come home," I did. I wrote Tanya letters. They were sent back with the words, Not Here. I got letters from Tanya asking why I didn't write. I tried again and again. All came back. She stopped writing me letters. I wondered if she kept writing to him.
