Dear Miss Amanda and Misters Jose, Owen and Anthony,

I just want to thank Miss Amanda and Misters Jose, Owen and Anthony for their help this weekend. They took so much out of the house. It was extremely sad and terrifying for me. Miss Amanda needed to release her frustrations with it all and wouldn’t let up. She did so much so quickly. She doesn’t want me to lose any more. I have lost far too much already.

The harassment, intimidation and bullying has gotten out of control. I tried to laugh it off last year with references to Malcolm X. It is far more serious now. I have been revealing too much for too long. I am remembering and getting healthier, more able bodied. I haven’t gone away. I haven’t backed down.

Many Fremonters know what happened to me and that nothing will be done. The Good Ol Boys Club must be satisfied at all costs. I said that their prostitutes and dealers trafficked my mom and I. The traffickers must be protected. The lives of Fremonters are inconsequential. The blackmail must be bad.

Misters Owen and Anthony helped lift my spirits. They are adorable 21 years olds. Mister Owen said that I was younger than Miss Amanda. I said that I was actually older. They thought that I didn’t know her age. Since a few people have done the same, I decided to see how old the younger generation thinks that I am.

Mister Owen guessed thirties, maybe mid thirties. I assumed that the charmer was being polite. His manners and most Nebraskans are impressive. I turned to Mister Anthony and said that he seemed more honest. He guessed the same, the charmer.

I love you boys! I was born December 2, 1974. I am 51 years old, 30 years older than you. Miss Amanda is nine years younger than me and looks fabulous in her forties. I blame it on the kids, ma’am. I’m just saying. I wasn’t ‘blessed’ in that way.

When I can cook again, you boys can have your pick. You made one old lady’s day. I am sure that Miss Amanda will get over it. She’s a tough old bird though. I admire the fuck out of her.

Thank you all again! Salud!