I dropped the envelope into the mailbox. Once a week for nine years I’d sent a letter to my aunt Amelia.
Most people thought Amelia was a spinster but she’d been married one day when she was nineteen. Her husband had held up a store the day before their wedding and he was arrested on their wedding night. Amelia had inherited a house from her father and she put her house up to bail him out of jail and he ran away never to be seen again. She’d lost her husband of only a few hours and she’d lost her house. She was small and shy and reminded people of a little sparrow, she always looked a bit frig...
