Mail from Jel

I went in town to deliver those canapes. Which by the way, are almost as delicious as you are, my dear. (Don't tell, but I tried one on the way over to my sister's). It turns out, that my eldest sister Amara's faulty planning goes beyond exiling me to catering. She's given my incredibly shy sister, Imani, the responsibility of putting together a pageant honoring my mother despite the fact that she doesn't have a theatrical bone in her body. My avante garde sister, Nia, was put is in charge of decor and picked out these awful chairs made of actual nails. She said they were supposed to make a statement about these sort of events being "form over function." Fara, my dear congenial sister who can't say no to anything, was put in charge of the invitations. She invited the town, including everyone who's NOT anyone. And my youngest sister Sekai was originally supposed to do the canapes, but she refused. Meaning I was wasn't supposed to do ANYTHING! I'm such a wreck, I think I spotted an actual wrinkle on my forehead. Could you please come over here and check for me? I don't trust Tish. She's too nice.