New York City
"Look there, Charlie. You've a letter!" Walter said as Charlie made his way back to their dormitory from class.
He glanced over at his desk but then proceeded to take off his jacket and hang it up, muttering, "It's likely just from my mother."
"If your mother has recently been to Southampton, then I suppose so," Walter sniggered.
"What's that?" Charlie asked, unable to believe his ears. His friend only continued to chuckle, and though he didn't want to seem too eager, Charlie could hardly help but run over to his desk to see if what Walter said was true.
Clearing his throat, he glanced down to see that the letter was, indeed, posted from Southampton, and the penmanship looked very feminine, though certainly not the same as his mother's. He stood staring at the envelope f
