‘No Freddy Krueger types here, that I’ve noticed.’
‘Never saw those movies,’ Gilpin replied.
Inside the envelope were two folded slips of paper.
One was marked with a heart; the other was labeled clue.
Two
notes. Different. My stomach clenched. God knew
what Amy was going to say. I opened the note with the
heart. I wished I hadn’t let Gilpin come, and then I caught the
first words.
My Darling Husband,
I figured this was the perfect place – these hallowed halls of learning! – to
tell you I think you are a brilliant man. I don’t tell you enough, but I am amazed
by your mind: the weird statistics and anecdotes, the strange facts, the disturbing
ability to quote from any movie, the quick wit, the beautiful way you have of
wording things. After years together, I think a couple can forget how wonderful
they find each other. I remember when we first met, how dazzled I was by you,
and so I want to take a moment to tell you I still am and it’s one of my favorite
things about you: You are BRILLIANT.
My mouth watered. Gilpin was reading over my
shoulder, and he actually sighed. ‘Sweet lady,’ he said.
Then he cleared his throat. ‘Um, hah, these yours?’
He used the eraser end of a pencil to pick up a pair of
women’s underwear (technically, they were panties –
stringy, lacy, red – but I know women get creeped out by
that word – just Google
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