I was just going to post this as a comment on the story, but I got worried that many of the very, very important people it was intended for would miss it, so I decided to put it over here too and increase the chances it would reach most of them.

I got this letter last night and am just passing it along to everyone.

>>Monday, August 25th (night)

Wow -- you mean all those letters got posted up and people liked reading them too? I guess that is kinda neat -- I mean, I hope no one starts asking me for my autograph, or starts telling the world about me and stuff, but it's OK that they liked knowing about the story and things. That really was a weird and a half time and all, huh?

But now I'm back to the same ol', same ol', I guess. School starts Wednesday, and all that stuff, and I've had orientation for today and tomar. Blahhhhh.

The summer was cool though. I just about lived in my swim suits, between going to the club and the pool in the yard, and we can't skinny dip at my house, because of the bike path going just behind it. But Daddy isn't going to fill it in at least and might make it bigger and round instead. And we went to the Grand Canyon and rode mules all the way down into it and stayed down there for a day too, and that is like really cool. All you peeps should do that some day if you can.

And I spent two whole weeks at Lisa's beach house. And I did get real burned and things, and now have about a million more freckles, especially on my legs and butt parts that never used to show when I wore all yucky cloths all the time. And Daddy is mad about that, because he worries about that a lot, but you know he says he doesn't have freckles at all and is just one giant freckle (well, it's a joke he says about himself, so I can repeat it.), and that's sort of true, they all just hook up there's so many, and I don't come anywhere close to that, so why should he always be giving me a hard time about it?

But so anyway, summer is mostly over now, and it's all school again, and even at the orientation stuff Zack is kinda being a jerk, like an eighth grader is just way too cool to go with a seventh grader and all like that. Marsh says he will get over it and tenth graders don't mind freshman girl friends, but that is forever. But he isn't being mean or anything; just, you know, not like letting people know we're together, and there are some cute seventh graders too, but they are pretty immature.

Mostly the teachers at Westcott Hall seem OK too, and my English guy is the guy that was my tutor last year, and I like him. And in our science class we're going to do frogs and a baby pig; I think that is sooo cool, but some peeps were like; "Eww, gross", and stuff too. And this one girl was like it is way cruel and all, and maybe so, but it is for learning and I might be a doctor if I'm not a writer, so I need to know what things look like on the inside, right?

OK, I guess I went way too long like I do sometimes, but I thought some peeps might want an update on "The Incredible Life of Sky" and all, since they liked my letters.

And so anyway, I am happy you got to read them and that you did like them, OK? But I probably won't write again, because I don't really want to be famous really, at least not for that stuff, and not until I write my books and things. OK? Bye.

Smiles,
Sky

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So it sounds like Sky is doing real well.

I'm very happy that so many of you enjoyed her letters too. Thank you for reading, even thank you for enjoying them and, especially, thank you for all the truly great comments. I couldn't be happier with the response if I had actually written them myself.

Seek Joy,
Jan

PS: OK, I confess, I didn't really get another letter last night. I just made this up. I don't know how Sky could learn the letters were here, but I do think Sky would be happy all of you were so interested.

I did do a pretty good job of sounding like her though, didn't I?