Kid Sister, I heard the foghorns and trembled for you. Can’t help but fear that the ghost who lives in Mother’s room is keeping you up all night. Oh Victoria, if you hear her footsteps in the dead of night just try to slip back into slumber. Kid Sister, trust me I know how her nerves can wrap themselves around your neck like a noose. Can’t help but fear the worst. Oh, how long is our day’s journey into night. Oh Victoria, how now I think of your innocence lost upon seeing your face reflected in her evening eyes. Yes, I love you. Big Brother’s not dead. No I haven’t forgotten you. Please don’t think I’m dead.