Apr 10
[ A box waits on your windowsill, there's very little so say how long it's been here, but the note attached to the top has a small bit of water damage from where the roof had been dripping. Inside is another tin of the peppery-sweet hard candies, luckily wax wrapped.]
I had begun to think you had died. There's no fun in that, some quiet end. It's unlike you. I expect better.
A.M.
Ah... just what the doctor ordered. Hahah.
If I were dying, you'd know. Nobody complains more than I do.
