I Didn't Read It. You Don't.

"I wrote my letter to my father bat then. It wasn't unaggressive, it was melodramatic and tender." "It had never occurred to me that he wouldn't read it," she says of her father's reaction when she told him about the letter. 'You didn't read it,' his response is more like a nod than an answer. I'll read it next time i feel like crying, except i never feel like crying'