Dear Susannah, I know I told you that cars whose tops rolled down cost a lot of money, but no, Uncle Josh’s Subaru with the sunroof wasn’t exactly what I meant. He’ll probably appreciate the compliment, though. Dear Madeline, I honestly don’t know if we’re going to survive this learning to read thing. Dear Route 44 diet cranberry limeade, when you committed suicide in the driver side floorboard I was tempted to be grouchy about it. Instead, I decided to be happy that it wasn’t on the passenger side where the 40 library books I’d just checked out were sitting. Nice try, though, nice try.