Mary Claire is still not quite right. Not that she ever was "quite right," of course. They cut her open and stitched her together, you know, and it looks like she has a big zipper down her front.
There are strange women carrying strange items into the house and poking and prodding her.

She doesn't like it and tries to hide like I do but they always catch her because she's not as smart as I am. I guess they're here to help but she says she's still "under the weather," whatever that means.
She also said she sends her love and that she's going to write when she's feeling stronger.