Page 53 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

The next morning the cockerel crowed, and a ray of sunshine kissed my cheek good morning. What a nice way to wake up and start the day I thought feeling much better That night cap did me good thank God for Irish whiskey!
Drawing the curtains, I smiled as I watched the mother duck gather her family together climbing up the bank from the brook to settle under the blossoming apple tree. This was the life, forget about missing fathers or serving drinks, this was what it was all about. Sitting down to a healthy breakfast of egg and toast I plan my day. Firstly, a brisk walk to find some inspiration for some new paintings for the gallery, then I needed to deliver a basket of eggs to old Mrs. Cannon, she’d be glad to have a visitor.
‘Amber! Amber!’ Joe the postman parked his bike by the front door.
‘Do come in Joe’, I called back flipping the switch on the coffee machine. He handed me a letter post marked from Ireland.
‘I guess its family’, Joe was fishing for information, but I didn’t want to my business with him. I accepted it and put it in my dressing gown pocket.
‘I’ll read it later’, I said trying to sound flippant.
The only person who knew this address was my solicitor in Dublin. Anxious to open it I pretended I had an appointment at the gallery I needed to get to so waving Joe off I took the letter from my pocket and went back inside. Ripping open the envelope I began to read......
Dear Ms. Shankey,
I am writing to you to inform you that a Ms. Sherry Walters asked me to pass on to you this invitation to her upcoming wedding. As it is your wish not to have your