“’If you find this letter, I want you to know one thing. That thing is that I hate you. That’s all there is to know.’ And that’s all the letter said,” said Keith.
“Not one to waste words that’s for sure,” said Art.
“That’s the most that she ever said to me.”
“And that she didn’t even say.”
“You’re right, Art. How sad is that?”
“At least she’s dead.”
“I’m supposed to be happy with that?”
“Aren’t you?”
“I guess a little.”
“There you go. Why do you let a stupid letter bother you for anyway? You never liked her.”
“No, I never did.”
“So it’s over.”
“It’s over,” said Keith.