Dear Charlie was what was written on plain paper in ink stain bouts.
Oh, why would a friend leave without a goodbye, his mind ached aloud.
Where the waves crashed no more and over the walls of a mansion, vines grew and rabbits skittered on acres of green.
Charlie became ill and all he knew was the words the walls caterwauled.
Clocks ticking, Marco skipping, Hayley scampered far away, his family was there to help him through his bitter blue dingy, lonely days.
Oh what a rigmarole is this sort of a tale!