“The manila envelope under the chimes,” Kate said,
Jane found it and tore it open. The familiar white dove, having survived fifteen mail trips and one in-person presentation, looked a wee bit tattered. His wish for peace on earth was no less sincere for the many times he’d delivered it. Every possible space on the card had a message written in different colored inks, One was typed on a Post-it Note.
Jane carried The Card to the sofa. She slipped off her boots and tucked her feet under her. David used to lecture her how that position was bad for circulation. She thought both then and now that if she died before her circulation gave out, she’d have sacrificed years of comfort for nothing.
Kate had lit a fire in the wood-burning stove. The black cast iron threw enough heat to warm Jane. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves of her down coat.
He daughter came up behind her and looked over her shoulder. “Can you find the new message? You guys have so much stuff written on it.”
“That stuff covers a lot of living, child-of-mine. Here it is. Under where I wrote, ‘This year was a bitch, but at least I’m out of jail.'”
Kate ran her finger under the new message. “Diana says, ‘See y’all soon’ Maybe she’s coming to Boston. I hope so.”
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