The letter from Amityville was in her hands at last. She was nervous, but the letter couldn't bite if she didn't open it. Seconds and seconds and then minutes and then finally she simply closed her eyes and tore it open.
The paper was thin and simple and trembled in her hands. To Ms. Kamali Blacke. We are pleased to inform you--
The paper shook too much from her relief; she could barely read it anymore.
"So!" She raised her mug of soda with a brilliant grin. "How's about we have a toast?"
"For what?"
"Our one month anniversary of course!" And he gave her an odd look that made her question if perhaps she should tone it down a bit. But she would be excited, because most of her attempts to date lasted maybe two weeks, and maybe that was her fault, but maybe she could also be excited about one lasting twice that long for once too--
