Leonard sat on the hard picnic bench near the playground with a handful of creamy white paper. The sound of children screeching and squealing with various joys of the playground did not disturb his moment of quiet.
Dear Leonard,
(it read in simple block letters)
I know it's been a while since I took the time to actually write, but it's been a busy month.
You'll be happy to know my spider plants did not die. Thank you for the advice, I will try to water them once a month whether they need it or not. (Here she drew a small smiling face).
No I have not had an opportunity to talk to George about a summer cookout at your place, he's been rather busy with the new round of medicines for the Mars Colony. It's a special Admiral Kirk job. George says he's honored by the Admiral's attention to detail, but to tell you the truth he's as mad as a hornet with the Admiral's 'help'.
Jim's been pretty caught up in his work. I haven't had a chance to take him up on his offer of lunch.
Classes are going well. I've enrolled in a full load of psych classes this term. Professor Boyce sends his love and told me to tell you that no matter what you say you can't cure a common cold with Kentucky bourbon, but he's willing to put it to a scientific trial the next time you're in town.
Please check your busy schedule for graduation day, I'd love to see you if you could find the time.
I hope this letter finds you well. Please give my love to Joanne and 'lil' ol' sugar-lumpkins'.
Thinking of you,
Christine
A shrill cry of "Graaaandpaaaaa!" cut through his brief peacefulness and he jumped up and ran to his granddaughter's rescue.
"Those nasty lil' bees'll go after anythin' sweet, sugar-lump." He scooped her into his strong arms, "Here now, let granpa have a looksee."