New bookcase...

Dear Nicky,

So I finally got sick of that stupid wicker basket we've been using to hold your books in your room. Everything was always buried; one could never find anything; I was always getting cuts and hangnails from putting my hands in it. At last enough was enough. This morning June and I went down to Target and got a new bookcase, along with a bunch of other stuff. It's just a little one, and I had to assemble it myself, which was a pain--partly because of the cam and lock nonsense they use and partly because you and Junie kept swarming all over me, threatening to impale yourselves on an exposed cam or something. But now it's done and it's much better than that basket.

Love,
Dad