But I found the letter and read its contents. It claimed the recipient – presumably my father – was “handsome and sweet”. The writer was keen for them to meet again. “Sooooon!!!!”
So, if I found it, my all-seeing, all knowing spy mother must have too.
Unlike her customary dispositon, she didn’t climb into a rage. So far as I knew, she never confronted him.
Yet his dinner was not always hot when he came home subsequently.