Dear Mikels Bank,
Sam says ain’t no use trying to reason with you, but a body’s gotta try. It ain’t right what you done. Throwing decent, hardworking folk like us onto the cold streets. Me and Sammy got five hungry mouths to feed and Baby sick with croup. It ain’t right. Far as I can make out from that fancy letter you sent, you say we didn’t pay our loan fast as we coulda. But that’s a lie! Sammy and I put back as much as we could from the market each week—and we never missed our coin drop. I reckon your bank’s made a mistake, is all. Iffen you check our record you’ll see the truth. We paid what we owed. I hope you can fix things before winter sets in. The air in the sewers is making Baby’s cough sound worse.
Sincerely,
-Bea