Dear Editor,
This letter is for the girls who stole my lawn ornaments (and not just mine, you wrecked a lot of yards). And for what? You can’t talk about it-except among yourselves. You can’t show them to anyone, you’ll be asked where it came from. For the one who took my angel, if you are so unhappy with being who you are, then you need my angel. It brought me happiness. I hope it helps you find some too. Now I believe in karma-when you do bad it comes back to you. And when it does, remember the nights you chose to destroy other people’s property.
Darlene Bates