Bless you, child, for writing. Words cannot convey how happy I am to learn of you and to have the sad mystery of Mary Lisa’s disappearance solved at last.
Your loving Grandmother.
“Oh wow.” Mari blinked back the sudden moisture in her eyes as she held the letter out to Callie. “Here.” Then, she fumbled in her hip pocket for a bandana.
Callie read the letter and handed it back, a somber expression on her usually impish face. “You will call her, won’t you?”
“Oh yes, of course. She doesn’t sound like the stern, harsh parent Mom wrote about in her journal. Maybe time and the accident have mellowed her. Gosh, Callie, after all these years, to have a family all of a sudden is a little scary.”
“I guess so, but it’s wonderful too, Mari. I’m from a big family, one with three or four generation
