Kicked to the Kerb

Casey Stone
Portland, Oregon

July 4, 2026

CASEEEEEY!!

This is no fucking joke, Case. We have a PROBLEM here! I'm in London with Colin and Liam and Lily and, I don't know what's wrong with Colin! Only by the time you get this letter, we'll all be at Ottery St. Catchpole with Aoife for the summer. So technically I'm not really in London anymore.

You know what I mean!

Anyway! Colin got into some kind of trouble last night. We found him stripped naked in a heap of trash outside some horrible smelling place in Knockturn Alley. Honestly, it's worse than The Bronx! He won't say what happened to him. He was all battered and bruised, and Lily practically killed the guy that was attacking him, but we fixed him up. He just keeps shaking and muttering about Emily and how she'll hate him forever after what he did. Don't ask me what, because he won't tell us that. But you know how he is about Emily.

Wait.

He's just shut down. He's like all curled up on the floor and shaking! Problem is, we don't know where Emily even lives! Liam said Colin told him once about a sign that said dogs not welcome. Honestly Case, what are we supposed to make of that! Can you write to her and ask her to write him a letter? Or --- wait. What? Oh! Liam says if she could send a letter by phongraph that would be pure cracking Barry! I have no idea who Barry is. Probably something Scottish, but Colin might respond to hearing her voice?

Crap. He's muttering again. Something about he didn't mean to do it.

Write back SOOOON!!

Cursa
Hawthorn Cottage
Ottery St. Catchpole

@Casey Stone / @Emily Shephard