Subj: Still screaming, a week later
Dear Mr. Winters,
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’ve been screaming in bed, screaming on the couch, screaming in the shower. Waterproof—brilliant! I’m never leaving my apartment again and work is not going to understand. Is there any chance for a raise? I’m going to get fired and it’s all SoloPlay’s fault.
P.S. What’s next, boss?
(Excerpt from SoloPlay, copyright 2011, Miranda Baker)