Janelle wrote three letters to her father, sealed them up, addressed the envelopes, shuffled them, threw two in the shredder and mailed the unknown third.
“Dear Dad, Me and Roy are getting married we decided. Come on out to the wedding if you want. J.”
“Dear Dad, I’m a lesbian, going to go find work out in Oakland. You can just disown me via mail. J.”
“Dear Dad, Got a chance to make some money. Can’t tell you. Won’t be back around home for a while. J.”
He’d answer soon enough, and then her roulette life would orient itself again.