Dear Miss Jo,
You are a strong, driven, and beautiful woman, inside and out. No amount of persecution or torturous abuse could ever take that away from you. It is who you are and who you will always be.
Have a Happy Winter’s Veil,
Desmond Slade
Jo, not exactly expecting a wrapped box in the middle of the stairs to her abode, fell flat on her face and cussed up a storm. A silent cussing, to whomever put that box there. She laid there for a bit, thinking to herself.
“Doesn’t the son of a bitch who put that there realize I am blind? Or maybe they did, and thought ‘Gosh, that would be funny.’ I suppose I should pick it up and move it.”
Jo did just that, picking up the box and tossing it in the corner until such time as she calmed down enough to open it.