My dear lovely sister,

For the past five months, I've been living in this terrible "mental asylum," that you forced me into.
I wouldn't hold it against you, but we could have talked it over before allowing that animalistic
man to influence your opinion and make decisions for you. My experience here started off good,
with that gently handsome doctor that accompanied me to the hospital and looking after me for
the first 2 months. We had established a perfect pure relationship and he was the perfect man
for me. I momentarily believed I would be asked to marry him and have the life I'd always
wanted. Things didn't go as planned though, as always, and he discovered about my past and
claimed that it would be silly for him to marry a crazy woman. That’s how he addressed me,
Stella! A crazy woman!
My life has deteriorated since then. The women in this place are inelegant, unsanitary, and
aged. Since my relationship with the doctor ended, I find it extremely difficult to communicate
with anyone since nobody seems to understand me. I wish I could simply enjoy a drink while
listening to music in the bathtub. You have no idea how miserable I am feeling. I'm forced to
dress carelessly and consume a poor diet. I even worry about putting on weight and losing my
great silhouette.
I shouldn't be telling all of this; I know you don’t really care. Don’t try to claim that you do,
because if you did, I wouldn't be in this condition now. We could be together, at Mr. Huntleigh
on a cruise to the Caribbean. We could be wearing the most elegant dresses and interact with
sophisticated individuals. I really can't understand why you chose this man of yours instead of
your own blood. It’s never too late to change your mind, Stella.

Sincerely,
Your sister Blanche