Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
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<strong>The</strong> Letter<br />
I got back from the bank just as Rachel was pulling out. She rolled<br />
down her window.<br />
“Sunny hasn’t had her walk,” she called. “Oh, and there’s a special<br />
delivery letter on your desk. Don’t know who it’s from, I didn’t<br />
open it. Gotta fly!”<br />
And she blew me a kiss, off to her class.<br />
I waved and went in, instantly pleasured by familiar surroundings:<br />
old sunglasses lined up on the radiator, elephant prints in the<br />
hall; the scuffed mat and stack of slippers; antique chandelier, cut<br />
glass door-knobs throwing rainbows; a view from the front door<br />
straight through to the back garden.<br />
I’ve lived here ten years and I’d only been gone half an hour, but<br />
was I glad to be back.<br />
Sunny pranced to meet me. She’s quite a large dog, about eight<br />
years old. She looks like a wolf; she may be a cross between a Collie<br />
and a German Shepherd. We don’t know anything about her for<br />
sure. Rachel picked her out at the pound last year. Sunny barks a<br />
lot when people come to the door, but she only bites strange workmen<br />
in the garden, when they bend over.<br />
I hung my coat up and went upstairs, mentally greeting the soldier<br />
elephants in the window box.<br />
My office was flooded with the afternoon light. A glance told<br />
me everything was in order. I checked the fax, turned off the answering<br />
machine and picked up the special delivery letter.<br />
<strong>The</strong> handwriting on the envelope was unfamiliar. <strong>The</strong>re was no<br />
sender’s name or return address. <strong>The</strong> few pen strokes had been applied<br />
with a flourish, slanting upward from left to right. An optimist,<br />
I thought, or perhaps just somewhat inflated. On the back flap<br />
were the initials A.B.<br />
I weighed the envelope (it was light) and felt a curious sense of<br />
excitement. I became somewhat heady, as if I were stoned.<br />
Well now, I thought, what’s this? It’s almost twenty years since I<br />
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