Rated PG

Genre: My first attempt at drabble and a little bitty tribute to a dear friend-I would not put something like this past her.

Disclaimer: I own no one, I make money from none of this.

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Church was good-prayer calming, singing uplifting, fellowship encouraging. Potluck was filling. Third fudge brownie was overkill.

A nap would be nice.

Jackie changed into shorts and a Beatles shirt, then checked her email. She smiled at the message from her special pen pal:

Matahari-

Sundays are quiet here, my days to work on my plan-and to laugh at the obliviousness of TPTB. They think I am a puppet; soon they will know the truth. I may not be a whole man, but I am my own.

CJ

Jackie thought a moment, then grinned as she hit "Reply."