The letter was official, but not ‘Taxman official’. Curious, I opened it.
‘…writing on behalf of a friend searching for her family. Her grandparents were Betsy and James Tucker…’
Shocked, I stared. My grandparents? Stopping, I counted off the cousins on my fingers. Nope, all accounted for. Holy crap! One of my aunts had a love-child! I gazed at the paper as realisation hit me – was she my sister?
I answered the letter (of course). Dad HAD been a good boy, but Aunty Alice…? Really? And such a silly reason to have deprived us of cousin Erica for so long.
‘…writing on behalf of a friend searching for her family. Her grandparents were Betsy and James Tucker…’
Shocked, I stared. My grandparents? Stopping, I counted off the cousins on my fingers. Nope, all accounted for. Holy crap! One of my aunts had a love-child! I gazed at the paper as realisation hit me – was she my sister?
I answered the letter (of course). Dad HAD been a good boy, but Aunty Alice…? Really? And such a silly reason to have deprived us of cousin Erica for so long.
