21
No Return Address
“That’s not funny,” I said. “Be respectful.”
But I smiled nevertheless.
“Who really sent it?” Cody asked.
“I have no idea. There was no return
address.” I thought for a moment. “I suppose
it could have been Doug. He and Mom might
have been in on it together. Maybe it was their
idea of a joke. I could see them cooking up
something like this. Doug was always Mom’s
favorite.”
Cody slung the yo-yo to the floor and spun
it back up. “You don’t really believe that, do
you?”
“Doug is like Mom— a free spirit. He
doesn’t take life seriously any more than she
did. He’s well into his forties and he still races
go-karts, for heaven’s sake. He’s always playing
around like a kid.” I shrugged. “I guess I took
after Dad.”
Cody gave me a look, like he didn’t buy that.
“You’re more like Grandma than you think,”
