Hello Lisa. I suppose you're not too glad
To hear from me. It's been, what?, only
Seven weeks since I walked out to be
With your unholy terror of a niece. I'm
Sure you heard that she's knocked up.
The child's mine, or so she says. That's
Why I chose to go to her, but she's been
Sick. She cannot work, and you know
Me. I've never been too good at
Holding any job. We're broke. That's
Why I'm calling you. Is there some way
For you to set aside your righteous
Hatred of me, and your anger at your
Niece, enough to lend us fifty dollars,
Far less than we need?