Under the Stack of Unopened Mail

I found this gem from Christmas. I had forgotten these -- one handed to me on arrival by the writer, the other I discovered in the guest room.

The youngest of the four Greats, like one of the other great-nieces, uses writing for real purposes, and as always, when the writing is real because the writer cares, the reader does too.

I freely admit that I teared up.

Again.

To answer her question, I'd say this: I slept there in love.