Wartime Secret
Mom was in hospice. She'd made it to ninety but wasn't expected to last much longer. Dad died years ago. I visited her every other day after work. We often ate dinner together and talked. After this one she brought out an obviously old envelope with a three cent postage stamp on it. "Read this," is all she said as she handed it to me. I opened it carefully and read: My Dear Lucy, If you are reading this, I will not be coming back home. My sister had instructions to mail it if she was...