Thorn sipped at the fresh cup of coffee while waiting for the paper. Her patience was abnormal today with Sam but after having a night of dreamless sleep, she felt refreshed instead of her usual state of agitation. Besides, Sam looked somehow attractive to her today…maybe it was just a need that has been unfulfilled for a few nights, or maybe she truly did love him. As he returned with the paper she was about to stop him and force him to take care of her needs, for she was sure it wasn’t love, but the paper headline caught her attention:<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Twisted Nurse Under Investigation</span></em><br/><br/>Thorn pulled the paper closer and began to read the article.<br/><br/><em>Ms. Elizabeth Cassada will go on trial for the mutilation and eventual killing of 12 patients in the Barnes County General Hospital after authorities investigated the claim that the woman performed such things as a barbaric facelift on an 87 year old coma patient. When questioned why she did it, Ms. Cassada responded, "She looked beautiful when I was done". <br/><br/>Ms. Cassada is also suspected of the theft of many narcotics from the Hospital Pharmacy. An ongoing investigation will determine if this accusation is correct.</em><br/><br/>Thorn continued reading as a smile played on her lips. Perhaps Ms. Cassada might need a place to stay, she thought to herself as she got up from the table and went to retrieve stationary and a pen. How wonderful it would be to have someone here to talk to…someone who could answer back…someone who was just like Thorn herself. After quickly searching the internet for Elizabeth’s address, Thorn returned to the table to write:<br/><br/><em>Hi Elizabeth,<br/><br/>I had recently read about your recent troubles in the newspaper and well, family should stick with family don’t you think? I know you must feel so alone, when in fact you are not, nor should you be. I am writing this letter with one of those nifty smencils…ever hear of them? This one is lemon scented. My husband, who you have yet to meet, left a box of these pleasantly smelling pencils in the car the other day and the heat made the scent radiate through the entire car! They are made of recycled newspaper which burns easily though so I guess keeping them away from a flame might be a good idea…unless of course you wanted to really smell them!<br/><br/>I wonder if maybe the lead is scented also? Well either way, hope to hear or see you soon. <br/><br/>Love Always,<br/><br/>Cousin Rose</em><br/><br/>After completing the letter, Thorn retrieved a toothpick and a bottle of lemon juice and then proceeded to write on the back of the paper with the toothpick, an email address which Thorn will use to purchase a plane ticket.  If Elizabeth Cassada was worth the time, then she would understand what needed to be done with the letter.<br/><br/>Satisfied, Thorn blew lightly across the back until the lemon juice dried thoroughly and then placed the folded letter in an envelope.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>On the way to lunch, Thorn dropped the addressed letter into a mailbox and continued with Sam to the upscale café. Once they were seated and had ordered their food, Thorn spoke to Sam across the table in a low whisper. “When we get home I want you to clean the house from top to bottom. We might be having a visitor and you know how I feel about filth, Sam.”<br/><br/>Thorn enjoyed her lunch, even pausing between bites to smile at Sam which she rarely did. "Things are going to change, Sam."