Ms. Fenna is a bit surprised to hear her name called out after so much searching of her own– she’d just about given up and started to write a letter herself! But there the letter was, and in the hands of a pleasant young man, too. Not that the rest of the group was entirely unpleasant, but, well. She waves him over to her current pile of mail.
Dexter Blanche “Miss Fenna? I believe I have found something of yours!”
“Ha! Someone actually found it, huh? I’ll help ya look fer yer letter too…”
She turns the envelope over in her hands, taking it in. ‘Ms. Fenna Van Daalen’ and the address of her club, written in neat, cutesy handwriting with a blue gel pen. No return address, no stamp, and… Her face falls in an instant as she realizes she knows exactly who wrote it.
“Where… where did ya get this?”
Her voice is hushed and crackling. She knows the answer, but isn’t ready to believe it.
