Dear Amberly,

I rather loathe you for making me go through Tennessee. What were you thinking telling me to go to Memphis for? Not only was it still hot, but it was crowded too. I did of course send you a postcard, please disregard the cryptic message I scribbled on it. I was feeling rather disgruntled at the time.

I will send you photos when I feel its necessary.

Is it me, or are you trying to torture me with your suggestions? I will not be going to any more of your little detours, dearest Amberly. I stopped believing in you after the nightmare of Graceland.

Speaking of nightmares, how is your dear mother? Please do not forget to send my best wishes to her. And, when I say best wishes, I mean a good old kick in the rear. If you don’t feel obliged to do so, please feel free to employ someone else who is more than able. I have a list of willing participants if you cannot come up with your own.

Well Amberly, I hope you’re having as much fun as I’m not.

Best wishes,

Kingsley