How are you?
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You’re welcome! It took almost three weeks for that fudge to get to you. I hope it’s still good. I wanted to send cookies, but the Internet was very discouraging on the matter.
Did you recognize any of the ducklings?
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Cookies are hit and miss. I used to have a roommate whose mom would send snickerdoodles. Sometimes they’d mold or get crushed in the mail—but sometimes they were great.
This was really kind of you. Thank you. And it’s great fudge. One of the people on my team commented on how smooth it is. (I did share some.) Apparently that’s tricky?
Is thatJuniper?!
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It is tricky, but I’ve been practicing.
Do you have a roommate now? Your room looked so small.
It IS Junie! The director wanted a few actual ducklings to play ducklings. (Most of the ducks will be a type of puppet.) Junie’s over the moon about it. Ready for her close-up, etc.
How’s your mom doing? Will she be going home soon?
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My current assignment means I have my own room.
Congratulations to Junie. I’m sure she’ll be wonderful. She made such an impression on my mom... who I have great news about.
I’ve been colluding with the family affairs person at the rehab center. We’ve talked Mom into moving into their assisted living wing for a few months—we pitched it to her as extended rehab. My hope is that it will be permanent, but Mom’s agreed to at least three months.
Angel has stopped fighting the idea. I think she likes having Mom’s house to herself. That’s a problem for another day.
How are you?
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This is FANTASTIC news! You must be so relieved! I’m so happy for you, Cary. Good work!
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Cary, one of our donors saw your photo on my desk and told me that you are a lieutenant commander, and that it’s extremely impressive for someone your age.
I told him I wasn’t surprised to hear this because you’ve always been talented and diligent. But actually Iwassurprised to hear this—Cary, why didn’t you tell me that you’re impressive?!
I’m even more proud of you than usual!
Our donor is a veteran and a conservative, and I think he was happy to see the photo, because he thinks we’re all a bunch of pinkos who his wife gives money to. (He is correct.) So thank you for softening him up.
I was proud of you even when we weren’t talking, by the way. Mikey would tell me small things.
I’m glad I can be proud of you directly again.
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Thank you, Shiloh.
