"And Scattered Like Ice From the Spoon..."

Horrible, horrible news: the Friday on your recital, Erin, is the same day Mama goes to West Virginia, and Daddy will be in New York. The leaves us with no vehicles, and no way for me to come. I am so, so, so sorry. I can't make it. And I wanted to so much, because it's special and important and you're playing and the invitation was so pretty and augh. >___< I am so sorry.