Delivery: Sam A
[A box comes delivered to Sam on Wednesday afternoon. It's nothing special, that box, just the sort you can pick up for free at the post office to post things in. Inside, wrapped in newspaper, are a pair of arm warmers made out of some familiar yarn. A notecard comes with, simple and white.
Sam, It's been a while, hasn't it?
I hope that the stains came out of the floor. And the wall. I'd say I'm sorry, but I believe we're all a bit past that point, aren't we?
Anyways. I've missed you. And Cris. And... Joey, is it?
She's adorable, by the way. Absolutely precious.
All my love, Meredith
There's no return address on the card, nothing to speak of where it might have been posted from.
Just a box from someone who shouldn't have been there.]