page_0: "Dear Mrs. Freckleson,
It is with great sorrow that I inform you of the tragic death of your younger son, Alfred. He lost his life in a freak accident. Your older son Luther survived, but is in a poor mental state. He will probably require nursing for some time and I think spending time with his family would greatly help him.
I have just heard the news and am writing to you, but the compound is under lockdown and I know not when this letter will reach you.
I share your pain, for Alfred and Luther were great friends to me.

Yours sincerely,
Ben Beetlebrew"
