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Two more sleeps.

Day 4

Mailbox is full of letters I don’t want.

Why hasn’t she written back?

Call school.

“How long does it take to receive mail from camp?”

“We don’t know.  We’re not the post office.”

One more sleep.

Day 5

The Girl is home.

“How come you didn’t write?” I ask.

“I did.  I wrote everyday.  I got two of your letters on Day 2 and two of your letters on Day 3.”

Day 6

Three letters from camp sit in the mailbox.  I begin reading the first one.

“It is Tuesday and I just got your mail.  I only opened one.  I’m saving the other one for tomorrow.”

I look across the room.

The Girl has tucked herself in.  Girl, chaise, quilt, Nick.  My happy place.

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