A hand- written note without a stamp, or return address.
Dear Louis,
I have noticed you from my kitchen window, always alone and looking so forlorn. You never have any visitors and reading seems to be the only pleasurable activity you have. No sports, no parties and never a girlfriend who stays over. Perhaps it is because you are from another culture, and you can’t seem to find your place.
It is difficult to see a young man, studying like his life depended on it, and never leaving the Frat House. That is the reason I am sending you this note. Living across the street from college students has been very helpful throughout the years, and I am looking to hire a handy boy, and you might fit the bill.
When I called to ask your name, yesterday I was struck at how hard it must be, despite near perfect English, to fit into a new culture. Do come visit, we’ll have a nice cup of tea. You can tell me what your country is like, and I will tell you about mine. I have cookies baking as you read this, so put on your best smile, and come help your neighbor Lady, put up a shelf.
Best Wishes,
Miss Vivian