Intermezzi Seste: Mail Call
In spite of the conversation with Jeff on Saturday, Ilsa is still in the habit of checking the mail after the rest of the assigned family leaves for school and work.
There is a piece of mail for her, again. This isn't like the ones from the Census Board. The small, square envelope looked more like something her great-grandmother would use for stationary. There is no return address, and the cancellation mark across the stamp is smudged.
Curiosity wins out over judgement, and before even going into the house, she opens the envelope. It contains a single note-card.
Ilsa cries out and crumples onto the lawn.
((OOC: Ilsa has regained her Sight, and I have a permissions post here for those that want to mess with her view..))
There is a piece of mail for her, again. This isn't like the ones from the Census Board. The small, square envelope looked more like something her great-grandmother would use for stationary. There is no return address, and the cancellation mark across the stamp is smudged.
Curiosity wins out over judgement, and before even going into the house, she opens the envelope. It contains a single note-card.
Ilsa cries out and crumples onto the lawn.
((OOC: Ilsa has regained her Sight, and I have a permissions post here for those that want to mess with her view..))