Dear Bo,
As I write this Im sitting in the Brady pub, at the bar. I just told your
mother I need to jot something down and she generously gave me some of her own
stationary. She says she usually doesnt keep stationary down at the bar, but
she had written her daughter Kimberly a note earlier. Kim had called asking for
her moms Irish bread recipe, and Caroline was happy to oblige, I mentioned to
her that I thought her bread was great. She said shed like to give me a loaf
since she just baked two, but she promised one to her son. And just then, you
came into the bar. Caroline gave me a wink and told me shed be right back,
that she had to talk to you and give you the bread. I saw you Bo, you were in
your official police mode: big hurry, important criminals to catch and lock up.
You asked your mom for a cup of coffee to go. She filled your order, you leaned
over the bar and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then you dashed out. You
were so intent on going out and finding the killer that you never even saw me
sitting there. Caroline came back to me and told me that it was my luck you were
in such a hurry, you didnt pick up your bread, so she gave it to me, and now
Im sending it to you. After all, it is the last loaf your mom ever baked for
you.
Thanks to Mistee