Page 2: who was just as bored as I was, who I could conspire with to steal too many cookies from the buffet. I was always trying to be on my very best behavior, but he’d sneeze, I’d shriek, grown-ups would shush, we’d laugh, and I’d just feel a bit lighter. My point is: Being home again, back where I grew up, I’m thinking a lot about my roots, and how the branches of my life grew and split. That’s cheesy. But what’s the timeline like where Sneezy and I stayed in touch, you know? Or the one where I’d taken that fellowship in California. Or the timeline where I married charming, handsome, horrible Brad (I’m still mad I spent six years with him. World record for promise breaking!). Which timeline do I laugh the most in? Do you have these Sliding Doors moments? I wonder if Sneezy the Bowler ever wonders. I wonder if that move ever worked. Or if he grew up and learned how to say “I like you, let’s go out.” Maybe he’s been with someone all these months, making bread and doing puzzles and doomscrolling on the couch together, sneezes and all. I remember he had a personalized bowling ball and his initials spelled HIS, which was so dumb. “Whose ball is this?” “Oh, it’s HIS.” “Whose??” etc.. It made me giggle, but I think the others gave him a hard time about it. He didn’t seem to mind, though, which I always dug. Do you remember any of this? Have I ever told you any of this? Anyway. I’m queuing up another movie, because I’m yearning for some yearning. I’ve got some more letters and scraps to go through too — I’ll send more for you to read soon! Like homework! A group project? YOU ARE WELCOME. Love you friend, Gemma