After dinner, Linda set a small lantern on the kitchen table, and Lyn brought out a clean sheet of writing paper.
"Where do we start?" Lyn asked, pen hovering above the page.
"Start with thank you," Linda said. "Then tell him the second Friday of November is perfect."
Lyn wrote slowly, reading each line out loud as she went. "Dear John, thank you for your letter. The second Friday of November is a wonderful day for us."
Star lay under the table, her chin resting on Lyn's slipper, while Pinkysan watched from the windowsill, tail curled neatly around her paws.
"Should we tell him about the maple trees?" Lyn asked.
"Tell him we will plan a walk if the leaves are red by then," Linda said, stirring a cup of tea. "No promises, just hope."
Lyn wrote that too, then paused with her pen in the air. "What about food? Should I mention the chestnut cake?"
"Not yet," Linda said, smiling. "Let that be a surprise."
Outside, the wind moved softly through the persimmon tree, and a few last leaves tapped against the window like gentle knocking.
Pinkysan jumped down and sniffed at the corner of the letter, then sat beside it as if guarding the words.
"One more thing," Linda said. "Ask him if he wants anything special from Nara. A small gift of our own."
Lyn smiled and wrote the question at the very bottom, under her own name.
When the letter was finished, Linda folded it with careful hands and slid it into a fresh envelope.
"Tomorrow, the post office," she said. "And after that, the real planning begins."
Star thumped her tail once against the floor, as if she understood every word, and Lyn laughed softly into the quiet evening.
Before bed, Lyn set the envelope by the door, ready for morning, and Star gave it one last curious sniff before curling up on her bed.
"Goodnight, John," Linda whispered to the envelope, only half joking, and Lyn laughed as she turned off the kitchen light.
(To be continued)