It’s time for True Confessions. I wrote recently that a friend had sent my husband and me two masks as we couldn’t get any here in the Hudson River Valley. When the envelope arrived, it looked a little the worse for wear. Despite the best efforts of the USPS, that happens sometimes. We opened it to eight blue latex gloves, and a number ten envelope that had one mask. Without so much as a breath, a thought, a reservation, I said, “Someone’s stolen one.”

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