I am aware my messages have been infrequent lately. The hurricane hit us awfully hard this year, we have not yet fully recovered.
My dear Stephen isn’t authorized to read communications, I do respect your rules. Today I must humbly ask you to make an exception, at least to relay my words to him. His father is under emergency care, you know which hospital, as victim of a neural infection of sorts. The doctors dare not say anything about the odds.
Please see to it that my boy hears the news. We want him here.
“are you there NSA? it’s me, Margaret”