Please Mr. Postman, have you a letter just for me?
Ebony sighed as she picked up the post off the mat, a brochure on coffins for her father and two magazines for her mother, Midnight Style and Gothic Housekeeping. It wasn't what was there so much as what wasn't, with a heavy heart Ebony realised another Valentines day would pass without any card from a beau. She'd long since ceased to count the card that appeared under her bedroom door every Valentines Eve. Her mother was not the subtlest of people and creating a sense of curiosity was not her strong point either as a card signed with just the letter B and a picture of a bat had proved over the years. While Ebony loved her loyal Batty pal in a way that not even a beau could replace in her affections, she was not blinded to the fact that he could not write let alone go and purchase a card. Placing the post, such as it was, on the tray in the hall Ebony walked dejectedly into the library, alongside Batty, books always provided comfort. She curled up in the big chair near the
