I’m beginning to wonder if maybe this girl is right for me. I mean, she’s really pretty and all, but she’s probably in her late twenties. I should probably find someone young like me. I’ll give it this last try with the poem and see how it goes. Love, your little bro, Ghent PS. Don’t tell Mom and Dad about the brandy. ----------------------------------------------------- ------ Dear Sis, How are you? I am fine. Hope Mom and Dad are fine. What are you naming the new haminster? I really like my job here. It’s amazing that they pay me with all the fun I’m having. Just the other day, I got to do a really cool slice. We were flying low and slow (that’s a technical term), and we were shadowing another ship. Mr. Karrde told me that he needed me to do some “improvisational subroutine design,” which is what he called it when I slaved the other ship’s internal drive to ours and forced them to jerk out of suborbit. You should have seen the look on their faces when those guys realized they couldn’t control their own ship! They were really mad. Mr. Karrde said it was nothing the exterior hull shielding couldn’t handle. It reminded me of the time we refigured Dad’s speeder so that it would only turn left. You never told him about that, right? Remember the poem that I wrote and left for that girl? Well, that Lando guy got to it first. He thought that she wrote it for him. He was hanging all over her and winking and stuff. Finally, she had enough and punched him in the gut during a sabacc game. I was sitting next to her, and I think that Lando guy got a little too handy under the table with her, if you know what I mean. She was ready to slice him in half with her lightsaber, but Mr. Karrde talked her down. She’s been really cranky since Mr. Skywalker and the other Jedi left, but once they found the spy and disarmed the bomb, there really wasn’t much reason for them to hang around. Sis, I really want to thank you for all your help, even if it didn’t work out the way I wished it did. It will be okay, though. Remember that girl Lillia that I dated before I left on the Wild Karrde? Well, she wrote to me! She’s on parole now, and she wants to get back together! I think I’m going to write back to her. Write soon. I love you guys and miss you a lot. Love, your little bro, Ghent PS. Don’t tell Mom and Dad I was playing sabacc. I don’t want them to worry about me. home   previous