The package was wrapped in waxed paper and tied with twine. No sender name. No return. He slid it into his basket, feeling the weight settle like a small animal. The twine had a knot that looked like someone’s hurried apology.
“Why send it to me?” he asked.
Miri looked at the package, at the knots of the twine, and then at Bart as if she might tell him the truth if she could find it folded into words. “A memory,” she said, and laughed—soft, unbelieving. “Of sorts.” bart bash unblocked exclusive
“Yes. Exclusive,” Bart said, and handed over the package. The package was wrapped in waxed paper and tied with twine