My daughter, a student at Bryn Mawr College, gave me a book purchased in a used bookstore. The book itself was a birthday gift, but the real gift came tucked inside, in the form of a long, hidden, multi-colored apologia, or “appolagy” as it is termed in the missive.
This was torn in pieces, found on our porch in the cup holder of our camping chair. It took a while to figure out what and who the note was intended for, but a neighbor girl obviously was quite upset about not getting a cupcake. We guess she abandoned the plan to deliver it, maybe because of the “overly harsh” language in the note. haha!