This card, though—it appeared too…normal
Nothing was crossed out on this, so the kicker must be inside. It would either be some ridiculously saccharine printed sentiment or else something so inappropriate, it would take him weeks of dedicated hunting to find a card that would top it.
He opened the card, startled to see it was all handwritten, and not in his sister’s elegant penmanship. This was a very neat, but obviously masculine hand, and he scanned it quickly.
Hmm. This wasn’t from anyone he knew. It must have come to him by mistake, and it seemed to be from a guy whose girl had left him.
Sweetheart, he read.
First of all, Merry Christmas. I know it’s belated, but I hope you had a wonderful holidayThe next line had been covered with whiteout, and written over it was Mine was fine.
I also want to wish you a very happy birthday. You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?