First there was a special delivery. That gift shop flirt had found Judith’s full name and address by the simple expedient of asking Judith’s boss. He sent her a huge cellophane bag full of Paddington truffles. With no return address. Judith’s breakfast was one cherry truffle and one rum truffle and one big smile. She secreted the rest away for emergencies.
Then she remembered to check the mailbox. The usual gumpf. Meeting notes. Invitations to meet Important People (for mythical feminists with free time). A glossy government booklet with a request from June to ‘pull it to pieces and get back to me.’ And a plain yellow envelope.
Judith never opened plain yellow envelopes first. Boredom should be delayed. When she finally ripped it open, she sighed. It was full of pages torn out from old s
