November 1996

Dear Cas,

I bought our old flat back the other day.

It looks the same, pretty much. The same decor, I even bought a new Turntable.

It just makes me miss you more.

Sammy, Jess and Abigail came over to visit, which was nice, but it didn't really help much.

Abigail should know about you, but I can't talk about it. I wrote her a letter, maybe she'll get it when I die or something.

That would be good. The memory of you could be passed on from me to her.

Almost poetic, isn't it, Cas?