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this this morning,” Maggie handed him an eight by ten thin box the size of a picture frame with a lavender stationary envelope affixed to the top of it.  “He said he wasn’t going to deliver it for her, but Mary Leigh was with her and asked him to do it.”
    Though just the sight of the package both angered him and brought tears to his eyes he had to hide, he took it from her.  “It’s alright, Ma.  I promised Mary Leigh I would talk to her one time and listen to the shi…stuff she’s trying to spill.  I might as well start now and get it over with.”
    Opening the attached letter first, Russ read it with his mom on one side of him and his dad on the other.
     
    Russell,
                  I know that you think I have been calling and writing all of these years to seek forgiveness for a conceived offense against you, but I know you’ll never forgive me, or believe the truth, so that’s not the point.
                  I have known something since two weeks before our wedding.  I was going to tell you on our wedding night, but that never happened and of course you’d take none of my calls, nor open my mail.  You’ll be even angrier with me, but I’m used to it.  The only thing I ask is that you not be angry with my mother.  I made her promise to never interfere, before I told her the reason why, knowing she would never go back on her word to me.  She has raked me over the coals for years saying you needed to know.
    I agreed, but after being told that you never wanted me to step foot in town again, that you never wanted to see my face again, I was too cowardly to go against you.  I do ask your forgiveness for that.
     
    “I never said that to her!  When did she become such a liar?  Was she always like that and I just didn’t see it?”  Russ exclaimed.
    “Calm down, Son,” his pa said.
    His mother rubbed his back to help calm him down as she had done when he was little.  “She was such a good girl, and she came from a good family.  How was anyone to know?”
    He finished reading.
     
                  Mother told me what she asked of you, but I leave that up to you.  I don’t want to force my presence on you, but there is someone you need to meet.  I have told him all about you and he is excited to meet you.
    We spend every day from 1-4pm outside.  Living back here we’ll spend that time at the pond in the woods behind Mother’s house.  Please come and meet him.  Don’t make him suffer because you hate me so much.
                  I sent you some of the things I’ve tried to mail to you over the years.  Please take a look.
                                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                  Leigh
     
     
    “Why can’t the damn woman just come out and say what she needs to say,” Russ was so frustrated with the vague and cryptic letter, he didn’t filter his language as he tried to do around his mom.  “I already met her boy toy, though I thought he was gay.  He didn’t seem all that excited to meet me.”
    “I wonder what she meant by ‘conceived offence’?”  His ma questioned softly, but he didn’t really care.
    “Open the box, boy, and see what’s in it.  I always wondered why she kept on sending stuff.”
    Russ fingered through the tape holding the edges and lifted the lid.  In the back of his head he heard the sounds of surprise coming from his parents, but he was in shock himself staring at a stack of photos of a boy ranging from his birth to about the age of four or five years old; and the boy could have been