Hi, Casey.

It’s me again.

Your voice of reason.

You thought I had forgotten, right?

Wrong.

It’s on this date six years ago in an Orlando courtroom, in front of people you didn’t know from Adam’s housecat told the world that you didn’t kill your daughter Caylee.

When you got out of the Orange County Jail, with Jose Baez behind you, it was the end of a trial that divided a community and almost earned you a trip to Florida’s death row.

There were some things that we discussed that you needed to take care of. Think of it as your Herculean Labors, so to speak.

First, get rid of the tat. “La Vida Loca” doesn’t quite work for you. Let’s get to a dermotologist and have that taken care of. It makes you a target, whether you know it or not.

Second, get right with George and Cindy and Lee. Remember them, your parents and your brother, the same people that almost threw you under the bus? Get that taken care of, please. They’re not getting any younger, you know. Beside, if Lee has kids, it would be nice to know they have an aunt.

Third, get the tubes tied. You’re not exactly “mother of the year” material. You having another child? BAD idea, given what you’ve gone through.

Fourth, that book that we hope you’re going to write and or that interview you’re going to eventually give one day? Please do it. The world needs to hear your side of the story and you deserve to tell it. Just be truthful, be honest and be forthcoming. You can profit from it as well, since you’ve been found not guilty.

Fifth, the issues you’ve been having with Jose Baez? Enough. Please. Stop biting the hand that kept you out of death row. It’s bad for business.

We’re not asking you to turn water into wine, Casey. We’re not even going to ask you to walk on water. Those two tasks have already been done by someone else.

Six years, Casey. America watched a trial that was better than most soap operas. It was a case that showcased our American justice system. Was it perfect? No. There was some chippiness between the state and Baez. There were some concern that the trial would even have a jury that would be fair and impartial and had to go to Pinellas County (Clearwater) to select that jury. As stated earlier, those people didn’t know you from Adam’s housecat. They did a job that no one in your community was willing to do fairly.

Casey, if you do even one of these things (assuming you haven’t already), it’s a win for you. You’ve been called cold, callous, aloof, a liar and the word that rhymes with witch. You’re not perfect and then again, none of us are. Caylee’s dead and that’s not going to change. Just tell us what happened. There’s not going to be a retrial of any kind because you’re protected by the Constitution.

So celebrate your freedom, love. Just remember that if you’ve started on some of these tasks, great; if not, get moving. The clock is ticking. Your parents aren’t getting any younger and for that matter, neither are you.

To paraphrase Hanibal Lecter, “tick, tock, Casey.”

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