Dear Mort

by MustangSallie

This story is about the correspondence between Daisy Cooper and Mort Cory during the time of Jess Harper's disappearance. In order to understand this story, you'll need to read The Reluctant Imposter and Slim's Journal first as the characters and plot lines intertwine. Inspired by a reviewer, the story has multiple chapters each containing a letter and POV of the writer.

13. Chapter 13 Sourdough Bread and Peached

Dear Mort,

I hope this letter finds you well. Summer heat was almost unbearable and I scarcely did much of anything but read. Harold, Violet's late husband, had a rather large library so I've had a lot of choices of what to read.

I received a letter from Mike yesterday.. He's such a dear boy -well, I suppose I should say young man. He's always writing me "I love you, Aunt Daisy" letters or about his studies.

I sent a package to Slim today. Knowing I wouldn't be home for Thanksgiving, I did want to send him something to brighten his day. I do hope that the loaf of sourdough bread (I made and wrapped) and can of peaches make it to the ranch in one piece.

I'll be sending Christmas presents next week. I found a beautiful watch chain for Slim and a wallet for Mike. It's hard to choose for Andy. I am thinking about a book or two. As for Jess, I found a belt buckle with an engraving of a horse which I will keep here. Violet had a trunk in the attic which she wasn't using so I have been putting the gifts for Jess inside it. He will have a wonderful time opening that trunk when he's found!

Violet is now involved in the building of an opera house. She has always loved plays and I remember dressing up and acting in her hand written plays and stories when I was young.

Have a nice Thanksgiving, Mort

Daisy

PS: Be on the lookout for a package from me.

Daisy POV:

"I hope Slim and Mort like their gifts", she said to her empty room. She sighed as she picked up the latest edition of Buckeye Cookery, a gift from her new friend, Mabel. She smiled when she remembered how Slim hated to cook. "And yet, now he can make biscuits!" she exclaimed aloud. "Someday I hope to see that!