I am crippled by the temporary loss of my manservant Sebastian. Sebastian was called away by the news of his ailing father and I am quite unsure of myself being capable of surviving without him.

Who will draw baths for me at 3:15? Who will lick the harder outer crust off of my popsicles for me? Who will clean between my toes with the care and tenderness of a mother sea lion?

Sebastian was more than just an indentured servant, he was a necessary tool for me to continue on in the lifestyle that I have become accustomed to. I am quite certain that without his speedy return that I will not survive this difficult period.

I have dispatched moneys to the doctors tending to Sebastian’s father that they might quickly heal the man or make the demise swift and painless. I care not which path they choose. I must have my Sebastian back. Its raw oyster day this Thursday and I cannot enjoy their succulent them without his assistance.