Susan's Letter to Alice
Dear Mrs. Horton,
Little Elvis is very, very sick. After chasing our tail all over London looking for the right help for our angel, Edmund and I finally found this fancy schmantzy doctor. He does this experimental treatment that could possibly save my sweet and darling's life, but we can't even get an appointment to see his royal highness.
I know you are all well-connected to the doctor people and you were always so kind to me and my baby. If you could get in touch with this specialty doctor and get him to help my Elvis, I would be forever grateful. Please let me know if you can help.
P.S. I've included a picture of Elvis Junior in case you've forgotten him.
P.S.S. Please do not tell Stefano anything about this. I think he has figured out I am not Kristen, so Edmund and I are going into hiding. That man is mean, mean, mean.