Nora
Sunday morning I woke up to four surprises. A small tray by the bed with two envelopes piqued my interest. I peeked into the first one and screamed. It was a letter of employment.
Maxwell Ratliff, that sneaky racoon, had the letter in his possession but failed to mention it to me. Granny had to see this, after suffering for so long, a big celebration was a must. God did it for us.
I swung my legs to the side of the bed and reached for the second envelope. The words 'vacation/honeymoon' were written on top. I pulled the shining bright brochure out, two plane tickets to South Africa fell out.
I perused the brochure. A big smile split my face, a nature reserve of my dreams was displayed on the brochure. I remembered Max's mockery whenever he caught me watching my favourite wild life
