Great Expectations

Epilogue

"Sweetheart, there's mail for you," she called out. She listened as she heard him turn off the computer in the office and walk into the kitchen. She handed him the square, brown envelope.

"Wonder who this is from," he pondered aloud, prying open the flap.

"No return address?" She asked, looking over from finishing up the salad they were going to have for dinner that night.

He flipped the envelope over to check once more. "Nope, just a Potomac post-mark." He finished opening the envelope, pulling out two pieces of cardboard, taped together. "Gee, this is strange," he said, separating the cardboard and looking at what it enclosed.

"What's that, honey?" His wife walked away from the counter and peered over his shoulder. She glanced from her husband to the picture he held in his hands. "Is that someone you know?"

"Nope," he shook his head. "Cute shot though, huh?"

Linda smiled at her husband. For as long as she'd known him, he'd always been a sucker for kids. "Yes, it is. Wonder who they are and why they sent us this picture?"

"Probably just some mix-up," Dean shrugged, tossing the picture onto the counter with the rest of the mail.

His wife walked over and picked it up, taking a closer look at the snapshot. It was a close-up of a man in jeans and a t-shirt stretched out on a couch, a tiny newborn baby propped on his chest. Both were sound asleep, the infant sucking its fist. Linda turned the photo over.

There was a note in feminine script. It said simply . . . Thank You.

THE END