Dear Constant Reader,
I wasn’t expecting a package. I certainly wasn’t expecting this one.
Turning the box over added a little information, but not much. And the return address was an Etsy seller.
Intrigued, I opened it. There was a small case inside, crammed with stuff. A pair of cozy-looking socks, a couple of Biscoff cookies, a packet of tea and one of cocoa, a hightlighter, a hair clip, a spiderweb-shaped coaster — things for a cozy reading time. And this book.
I almost regretted unwrapping it — look at those careful folds! If you can’t tell from the photo, those are stickers and little post-its and book marks and the like.
Now, the big question. Who sent it? Of course I texted my mom first, but I knew it wasn’t her, as she had just sent me a gift of seasonal tea towels. Indeed, she confirmed she had not sent it “but I wish I had”. My sister was next, and she confirmed it was not her and wished me happy hunting. Family out of the way, I started making a suspect list, but only had time to contact A. (“no, but I wish I had”) before we had to leave for our Halloween show in Salem.
All night it was in the back of my mind wondering who sent the gift. To be honest, I was enjoying the mystery of it, and it didn’t really matter who sent it, I was feeling loved.
The next day, all was revealed when Dr. B. confessed. She was on my suspect list, and it should have been obvious to me. This is not the first time one of us has sent the other a mystery gift.
I’m very much looking forward to a lazy day in the future with a cup of cocoa, warm socks, and my blind date horror novel.
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Oh, The Glamourous Life! 
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