The letter had arrived Wednesday, but Steve did not open it right away. There was no name on the envelope, but the return address was the only clue he needed. 519 Deckler Lane, Lot 34. He knew that address well, especially Lot 34. Why shouldn’t he? That was the ran down trailer that the mother of his children lived in.
Steve was curious as to what she would have written to him about. He knows whatever it was, it was something to savor, but he had too many projects this week keeping him occupied to give the letter the attention that it deserved. His schedule for the weekend was clear anyways, so that would be a better time he decided.
Saturday morning, he took his breakfast, coffee, newspaper, and the letter out to the large wooden deck off of his kitchen. The September morning had a hint of the chill autumn was to bring so he kindled a fire in the firepit before picking up the paper. The letter sat under the edge of the plate ignored.