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June 8, 2017 at 7:17 pm #4354
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    Flying Fish Inn

    Aunt Idle:

    Mater trundled in with the tea, carrying a slim parcel under her arm. She handed me the steaming mug, and then held the package up to her chest with both hands, and a rather theatrical expression of rapturous glee on her upturned face.

    “It’s for you!”

    I was beginning to wonder if she was starting to get worse, what with the dementia setting in, and took the parcel off her and started to open it.

    “Look at the postmark! The stamps! The handwriting!”

    I felt my hand fly to my mouth as my jaw dropped. Could it really be true, after so long?

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