Dear Sweet Maggi, if you haven't tracked Frank down by now, it is most certainly because he is not where you are.
Our paths first crossed at Howe Court. I was renting 203 long before I purchased 104. Not unsurprisingly, you were intrigued by my choice of music. I never knew any white russians before you made me one, and one was about all I could handle. You called me "Love" and "Duckie" and I thought I was special... until I heard you call someone else those same pet names. But that's just it, you could make anyone feel special (if you were so inclined) and I always felt that way with you..
Those were good days Maggi. Days without worry or care.
I've already been missing our friendship since the cruelties of life have pulled me away from Shadyside.
Maggi, now you get to enjoy your reward, and reunite with those who've gone before you. I know Michael is there, and Smokie-- now content, having missed you so. You no doubt have a bottomless glass of grapefruit juice, and you will never run out of misty120's. Please find my mum and give her a hug and tell her how much I miss her.
I'll see you in a little bit of time; we'll enjoy a white russian.
Tom
Thomas Tihey
xxx ooo