“Letter from America for you, Grace.” Henry Telford smiled as he waggled the letter just out of her reach.
Grace resisted the urge to snatch the letter from Henry, who’d been the postman for this village as well as three others on the North Yorkshire moors, since before she was born.
He tapped the postmark.
“Looks like New York City. The Big Apple. Ever been there?”
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