Dear Papa,
Eordion's inn is opening a week from today and he wants me to go with him to it. I really, truly, don't want to go whatsoever. He wants me to go just for the first part but I don't even want to go for that. People are going to try to talk to me all at once and the women are going to ask about my dress and my relationship with the host, and then I'll be asked about where I'm from and what I do and at this point, they'll start to realize that I can't talk and they'll start bombarding me with questions about my voice, and Eordion will be busy talking to all his guests and I'm pretty sure that suddenly running out of the yard wouldn't be very good for him.
Perhaps I'll pretend that I'm getting sick and the day before the opening I'll be feeling so poorly that I can't get out of bed and he'll just have to go without me.
Tosie.
