I've been going through my own books now, slowly, as I move them from room to room trying to figure out what I want to keep and what I want to toss. Here's a book you'd think I would have tossed out decades ago. It's well over fifty years old, beat up, broken, and pretty much pointless, what with access to the interwebs. And yet, and yet.
It held the little note you see next to it. This little note was slipped across a table to me by my one-time cousin-in-law, now long gone. It invites me to a surprise part for my Aunt Huldah Bell. It was after this party that I followed Will to his apartment three blocks away and seduced him to start the life that I am now mourning.
The note says, "We're having a party for Huldah Thurs. at 6:00 -- a surprise."
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