Dear Paul: Please forgive me. I’m very sorry. I hope you will understand. Love, Maria
I’m not Paul. At first, I thought the note was misdirected – but none of the people in my building are named Paul.
The note was a mystery.
Or perhaps a prank.
No postmark. The envelope was marked “Urgent.”
Then I noticed the address on the envelope. It was addressed to “Resident.”
My friend Anthony – the world’s biggest practical joker. I tossed the note in the trash.