« I was trying it on when something fell out. »
She opened the small purse hanging from her wrist.
« You came here in it? »
When she pulled out a yellowed envelope, my knees nearly gave way.
My name and address were written across the front.
In my handwriting.
Madeline held it toward me.
« I thought you should have this back. »
Madeline held it toward me.
I took the envelope.