Dear Lia

In which unforeseen events create the tale of two unlikely house mates.

"You will write letters to each other to, you know, express your anger towards one another without putting holes through my wall." Aunt Cleary says through gritted teeth, sharing a glare at both Finnegan and I.

"You want us to do what?" I ask, utterly confused at her demands.

"I think I've got it," Finnegan laughs, turning to me with his most malicious expression, "Dear Lia, every time I see you my heart dies a little because I can't remember the last time I say a girl so unfortunate looking."