July 7th, 1978

Dear Pen Pal,

I have been thinking a lot about your response to my last letter. I don’t know why. I have been trying to find out about Raul. It doesn’t seem like it’s my business, anyway, but I can’t just be wondering, you know? I just want to find out that nothing really happened. But his friends won’t talk to me. I ran into his friend Julian on his way to class, and he even sped up when I started talking to him. He wouldn’t look me in the face, either. Whatever. I shouldn’t have tried to ask questions.

My friends all don’t like Julian anyway. Not that they liked Raul much either. But they say they wouldn’t be surprised if Julian was up to something, too. I don’t remember ever thinking that before, but maybe they’re right. But I’m not the police, I’m not the military. I don’t see why I have to be treated like it. Although I guess if that’s the way that things are, then there’s nothing I can do about it.

I feel like things weren’t like this when I was little. But then, I was a child then. I’m not saying anything. The way things are is the way things are.

That’s all. Finals went well, hopefully I’ll be taking a trip home soon. Thank you.


1 thought on “July 7th, 1978

  1. ssvolk says:

    I guess it’s not surprising that Raul’s friends won’t talk to you. There is so much uncertainty in this country, you never know who you’re talking to. So much distrust.

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