He receives the packages, and has asked after them, of course. They are somehow far more 'right' than any of the fan mail. He knows what they contain, but hasn't read them. Because reading such things is not for him, but to have them read to him, someday. That someday has not yet arrived - at least not since she left. The way things are done, wrapped just so, containing just the right books - they remind him of her, making the day somewhat more somber, and yet pleasant too. The memories of her are good ones.
And so, like previous years, he receives the book, handling it with great care, and putting it with the last one, after checking to make sure that, once again, there is no way to learn where it was sent from.
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