Chapter 7: A Letter from Cyril and Mr. Wilson
Caroline must have taken her tea into the living room and dozed off for she woke with a start when she heard the morning post slip thru the mail slot and drop on the wooden floor.
Excited by the possibility of hearing from her husband, she pulled herself up from her chair and padded into the hallway. It had been days since Cyril’s last letter. As soon as she saw his handwriting on the envelope, she picked up the letter opener from the hall table. Then she ripped it open, practically devouring each word before she’d made it back to the front room and plopped into the less than comfortable wing back chair.
Cyril wasn’t a good writer, but she was thrilled to hear from him. His spelling was atrocious and being what she’d come to call a gent of f
