Thursday, December 8th
Thank you brother, for the money. Where did you get it? Perhaps I should not ask, eh? Either way. Thank you. I have moved back into apartment, number 1287, and have even started looking for job! I will pay you back, I promise. You have helped me regain control of life. I am thinking to get job working at restaurant in town. It is not work I love, but, as they say here, "whatever pays the Bill."
С любовью 
Dmitri.


Monday, December 11th
I got job at store selling drinks! Today was first day. Job is much better than working for Alfonso. Owner, Ray, hardly even stays at store. Most of day, I am alone giving drinks to whoever buys. Ray even told me to help myself a bottle or two! I think I am liking this new job. 
С любовью 
Dmitri.




Tuesday, December 13th
I am just remembering. When I got your letter, it was delivered to me by crazy mailman I told you about. He was yelling, something about kidnapped daughter... He wanted me to ask Juli about her father. Strange, yes? I do not yet know if I am trusting this man, but I am asking Juli anyways. When I ask, she is bursting with tears, and I am trying to find what I have said wrong! After some time, she is telling me that she ran away, and that this mailman is her father. I do not have any more space on paper to tell you full conversation. I will send in next letter. I am trying to help Juli, but is very hard. She is coming to my apartment now, instead of roof. One night she asks if she can stay on couch. I tell her yes. She has stayed here each day for past week. But I must end my letter. I am running out of space. I will s[handwriting becomes illegibly small]