The letter came on Monday, over a week ago. Maggie had been absently wading through the morning’s harvest of mail, as usual, on her lunch hour.
Predictably, it reaped the usual bills, flyers, and grocery store ads. Suddenly she spotted the familiar masculine scrawl. Maggie was stunned.
After years of checking the mail, here was (just maybe) a pearl among the cow pies.
She marveled at how the letter felt as she held it in her hand and then wiped at a tear that was threatening a slow getaway down her cheek.
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