Dear Ms. Feverfew –

The other night when we told the Professor about you, he asked if you knew where we lived. I told him that you have our phone number and that maybe someday you will call us.

Now every time the phone rings, he makes a mad dash for it, yelling, “Mom – we have to get the phone!!! It might be her!!!”

Heartbreaking and oh so tender, all at the same time.

Love,

M.