The town of LaGrange (ha!) is ready for her to go explore and as she steps outside, her mailbox flashes a notification..."read me" it entices. Kelly makes a move towards the mailbox, no doubt filled of letters from her friends...she's lucky she can do that much. Last year when I visited her, I saved her from a scolding from that infernal mole. He was spewing something about exiting without saving. I wished I had a wooden mallet. I chuckled silently as he continued his lecture and I think about playing whack a Mr. Resetti.
