Dear Lynch,
That's wonderful news about the school! I was always sure you'd get a place, but it's great to know for certain that you'll be going. Mari was so pleased when I told her. She says to wish you good luck and tell you to come and visit her at the library any time that you want.
How's life in the big city? It seemed like a nice enough place, but I only saw it for a few hours when I helped you drop off your things. I miss you, by the way. I wish you could have kept on living with us like you did before, but it's probably best that you go study. At least you won't have to worry about money like a regular student; they said on the news that your compensation was going to be in the hundred thousands.
I've seen you plenty on TV, of course. They had you on all the news channels last night giving evidence to the tribunal. And that interview you did was on the front page of all the papers. You look very grown-up in the pictures. I can't believe you've only just turned seventeen. I like what you've done with your hair, by the way. It definitely beats the bald look.
I've given a few interviews myself, but none as high-profile. And Darren's had to give evidence twice now. To be honest I'll be glad when it all dies down and we can put the whole thing behind us. Mum and Dad say that if everything is quiet by the summertime we'll go on holiday together. All of us, me and them and Darren . . . and you too, of course, if you'll come?
Write back soon, Lynch.
With Love,
Laura
