[ She sits beside him on the picnic table bench, facing away from the table as she reads. ]

[ Ilsa takes her time before responding, with several re-reads. ]

I don't recognize the penmanship style, so it wasn't written by someone taught in the Georgia school system, or at least, not the one I know, or not recently. Beyond that... I want to find her. At least I think it's a her - could be a boy that likes dresses. [ Ilsa shrugs ] Sounds like one of us.