From the desk of Maggie Bach
Things aren't quite the same in Philly without you. I've been forced to play with Gus again. He's ok, but he looks funny. He doesn't look like us. He has freckles and a patch over one of his eyes. He's no typical tri-color beagle. When I tire Gus out, I turn to howling incessantly at Molly. Remember when we kept my mom up doing that???
Anyway, I hear you escaped today. Nice try. Thing is, you just don't get it yet. You are LIVING THE LIFE with these Bachs---you have hit the motherload. Also, good job eating dad's spaghetti tonight.
I miss you and can't wait to hang out by the fountain in a month or so.