The Mourning Prince
Mom sounds really happy," Kelson sighed disappointedly.
"She sure does," Camber said, "by the way, why haven't you written them?
Kelson hesitated for several seconds before answering, "I had higher orders not to."
"From whom?" Camber asked.
"I don't know," Kelson snapped, "He said that I wasn't to contact the family at all until I got a letter from him. I don't know if you know or not but he is the one who sent me here."
"You don't suppose that he had anything to do with your 'blocked memories' do you?" Camber asked.
"It's possible. I really don't remember much about the time I left home."
"And he didn't send letters with me. I guess the time isn't right?"
But before Kelson could answer him, Ming flicked her tail at the letter that had been placed in front of her, the one from Kelson's father. It fell on the floor leaving a slight bend in the lower right corner.
Bending down to pick it up, Kelson noticed that the white paper had separated from the red backing at the bent corner.
"Look at this," Kelson said as he pulled the separated corner up, "there is writing on the back."
It was written in light pink, and was in his grandfather's hand.
"It's Grandfather's handwriting all right," Kelson said, "But why all the secrecy?"
"I think I know why," Camber answered.
Kelson looked up at him, "And?"
"Well, as you know, the advisors pretty much have a great deal to say in what the family does and does not do."
"Gee, I am glad I live in the states," Kelson said with a slight grin.
"Let's see what he has to say," Camber said.