Did you think I would leave you hanging like that until tomorrow?? Nahh...
"Vicki.." Vicki held her hand up and shook her head at Coreen, saying "uh, uh..nope."
They had driven away still in shock.
"But what if..." Coreen tried again.
"NOPE!" Vicki shouted at her, pursing her lips.
"WHAT IF IT'S CURSED OR SOMETHING?" Coreen managed to get out before Vicki could stop her.
Vicki beat her fist on the steeringwheel.
"See, why did you have to go there Coreen? I'm trying to have a nice moment and here you go all negative on me." Not that Vicki hadn't already thought that herself. Coreen was climbing back into the back of the car to open the trunk.
"What are you doing?" Vicki asked her while watching her tiny butt slink back between the seats.
"I"m going to look for clues." Coreen replied, her voice muffled by the seats.
"Okay Velma, see what you can find." Vicki shook her head and concentrated on driving.
It was silent for a moment and then, "AHA!" yelled Coreen, nearly causing Vicki to wreck the car.
"Why the hell do you DO that?!" Vicki shot back at her. She was going to choke that girl one day...
"It's okay, Vicki, it's real. I just know it." she said excitedly.
"Why?"
She held up an old yellowed envelope that said, My Dearest Son Henry...
"So, anyone can fake that." Vicki was still trying to be optimistic, on the inside that is.
"Yeah, " Coreen mocked flipping the letter over, "But can they fake the seal of King Henry VIII?"
Okay, now I will leave you with that...please review and let me know what you think.. I will pick up with Henry leaving for the convention, four weeks from the wedding...