The letter arrived on a Thursday morning.She had not been expecting anything. She had been at the kitchen table with her second coffee of the day and the script she was preparing for next week and the particular focused quiet of a morning that was going well when she heard the post arrive through the slot in the door.She did not get up immediately.She finished the paragraph she was reading and made a note in the margin and then got up and went to the door. There were three things on the mat. A bill. A card from her dentist. And an envelope.The envelope was handwritten.She picked it up. She looked at the handwriting. She knew it immediately the way you knew handwriting that had been in your life for years. Not from letters. From notes left on kitchen counters. From lists made and left behind. From a handwriting she had known so well that she could have reproduced it from memory.She stood in the hallway with the envelope in her hand.She put the bill and the dentist card on the co
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