Chapter 23 Revision

*Ana*

The blue wax must have dried out from the journey because I find it easy to slice open. It cracks and pills down to fall on my skirt as I split it apart. The flap opens, and I find two sheets of paper inside. I take them both out to study.

There are two? Another surprise. What would need two pages? I look to find one written in fathers hand. The other, though, has me pause.

What?

“A drawing? “ I voice before looking up at both women. They look at each other just as confused.

“A drawing?” Maddie repeats as Aunt Funda furrows her brows.

“IS that it? A drawing?” She goes, sounding annoyed.

“No- there’s a letter too, but-” Again, I look back to the drawing. If I lift it up toward the light, I think I can better gather the meaning.

It doesn’t help very much when I do. It’s in crayon- and it is not by a skilled hand.

This looks like the work of a child. I can’t help but wonder. Did my father draw this? Why? Are stick figures riding a dog? Block? Thing? I can’t tell.

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