Icene had come home from work tired, drained by another day of trying to keep up the appearance of being normal. Finding the letter, the familiar handwriting on it, lifted her spirits like nothing short of him being home could have done. But hey, it was contact.
She dropped the pizza box on the table and settled on the couch with the letter, reading it, rereading it, smiling and wondering how she was going to use popcorn... other than as packing chips, in order to get it out there. She'd send some out in a couple of days.