I would give you a real one if you were here now and I hope you would think it was sweeter still than the one I put in this note.

It is the sweetest thing now you are mine and I am yours forever kiddo.

If you come around about friday eve it will be all right.
aunt Jess will be gone back home by then so come early and we will get Sade and Alb and go to the band Concert.

Don't forget what I said about my putting something sweet in this note, and I hope you will think it is a sweet one but not as sweet as the _real_ sweet one I would like to-- At this point Ramsey impulsively tore the note into small pieces.

He turned cold as his imagination projected a sketch of his mother in the act of reading this missive, and of her expression as she read the sentence: "It is the sweetest thing now you are mine and I am yours forever kiddo." He wished that Milla hadn't written "kiddo." She called him that, sometimes, but in her warm little voice the word seemed not at all what it did in ink.