I received a St. Valentine’s Day card from a dear friend. Upon opening the envelope, I discovered a second card within.
Not that they needed to, for the card is as authentic as its predecessors, but my friend assured me that the card was not in the envelope when they sealed it.
I do not know what this is leading up to, but this much is certain: from the time I discovered the maze of Madame Pandorica Doberge’s hidden warren in the Vieux Carré, something has taken in interest in me.
