a series of unfortunate events the beatrice letters

I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation.

I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform.

I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope.

A series of unfortunate events the beatrice letters