MATT CADD, PRIVATE EYE: To Know a Veil 5

It was a postcard. The stamp had some guy wearing a fez.

Dear Matt,

Having a wonderful time. You wouldn't like it here. No booze. Chaperoned dates. I'm so sore I can hardly walk, just dance. Don't know when I'll see you, but I doubt you'll miss me.

Love?

Raven







(one hundred and) fifty degrees of separation