note was short.
Paula,
If Charles changes the alarm code before Labor Day, take the barley tin to Vivian. If I haven’t told her everything yet, tell her not to trust Martin.
F.
That’s it.
Four lines.
No greeting. No softness. My mother, when she was being serious, wrote like she’d already won.
The blue barley tin had sat on a shelf in the Watch Hill pantry continue reading …
