The White Gloves

by George Trialonis

wolf”!

  I’m dictating this letter to Dr. Harper with instructions to attach it to the package that I placed in his care for you.

  I’m sorry I will not be able to keep my promise for dinner this evening. I intended to take you to a restaurant famous for its lamb chops. I would have chosen a plate of green salad, being a vegetarian. I know you love lamb chops, don’t you? (This would have been our joke for the evening).

  But I should thank you for trusting me with your precious gloves. The truth is that I wanted to make sure that they were made from my own wool. You see, I was the fluffy ewe that kissed you on your big nose in the hut. Oh, I can still picture your face and laugh.

  Charlie, I wish you were here; I would kiss you on the nose again. Only this time you and I would feel different, I’m sure, and I know in my heart that you would kiss me back.

  Until we meet again,

  Yours

  Felicity Forest (or the forest fairy)

  Three nights later there were reports that a wolf had been seen roaming in the big city, howling and howling (perhaps crying). People reported that they had seen the wolf near the cemetery. In the morning of the fourth day cemetery officials noticed the wolf’s tracks on Felicity’s grave. A few days later they found the wolf dead on her grave. People say that the wolf froze to death, but we know that he died of a broken heart.

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  Thank you for reading my book. If you enjoyed it, won’t you please take a moment to leave me a review at your favorite retailer?

  Thanks!

  George Trialonis