My Dearest Lilith,
No Suz, you will not die in surgery tomorrow. I have called in every karmic favor that I possess to ensure your safety. That, and I can’t ever be without you. It just isn’t realistic, nor possible. I have assured the “powers that be” that they will face a wrath like none ever faced before should any ill befall you. While telling them this there were many threatening gestures and much flailing about so they are very well aware that I am serious. I am not to be messed with when it comes to people that I love.
However, I must say that, though I would drop everything in a second flat to be there for Gray should anything ever happen to you, I WILL NOT FUCKING MARRY YOUR HUSBAND SO STOP FUCKING ASKING ME! (In this instance I speak not only for myself, but for Steve & Stan as well.)
So. We’re at a crossroads I guess….. How about you just come through with flying colours and not make me live in your basement and spend everyday teaching your son odd but extremely hilarious phrases? Deal? I can feel Steve & Stan both nodding in agreement.
I love you Susin. You will be fine. You have to be and you will be fine. I know this to be true.