Elder
My mother had mindlinked me the moment the mail had arrived, and I didn’t hesitate as I excused myself from the meeting and headed straight home.
“Elder, in here,” my mother called out as I stepped through the door. As if I didn’t know they would be in the kitchen. It had become a tradition when Amie sent one of her rare postcards that it was placed on the kitchen table, written side down, until the receiver could read it. My birthday was tomorrow, so we all knew the letter was addressed to me. I hurried inside and gave my mother a quick kiss on the cheek.
“We haven’t read it,” my father told me. He didn’t need to say it, I knew they hadn’t. But I nodded all the same as I looked down on the postcard. The front side was covered in scenic pictures from somewhere in Canada. I picked
