Postcards to B: pt3

Dear B,

Today Dad opened the shed that currently holds all the stuff that used to inhibit the house when grandpa was still alive. I was surprised that that dad hadn’t thrown everything away (we both know how my father hates clutter) but I guess he had paid some respect for your mother’s sentimental manners. Those things really matters to her, which I learnt the hard way when I had to spend a significant time searching for a book about a lioness. However, I found it in the end stuffed under five volumes of the history of Österbotten. Oh the things I do for my aunt.

Lots of love and I’ll see you soon,

S