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“Pick up my mail?” Chavi asked as she unpacked her things. “We all just got here. I can’t have any mail. My family doesn’t miss me that much yet!” She laughed and returned her gaze to Devorah’s completely serious face. 

“Well that’s what they told me to tell you. Why don’t we go check it out?” Devorah suggested. 

Chavi shrugged dropped the towels back in her cardboard box and began to walk to Camp Ruach’s main house. 

“You’re one popular young lady” Mrs. Erwin the owner’s wife said with a wink. She stood up walked to the back room and came out holding three enormous mail sacks. “Your mail my dear.” 

The building that pulsed all summer with oohs and aahs over packages letters and faxes had only been swept of spider webs the day before and — aside from these sacks — there was no other mail in sight. 

Chavi loosened the drawstring of one of the bags and gasped. They didn’t. 

There having hibernated comfortably the entire winter was an entire sack filled with oodles of padded envelopes from the same sender: Jilly Jelly Corporation. 

“What am I going to do with all this?” Chavi wondered aloud. 

“It would have been good to think of that before you ordered it” Devorah pointed out. 

“Ordered it? I only sent away five jelly jar labels to get a few free samples. I wasn’t supposed to receive all this!” Chavi protested. 

“When did you send those labels?” Devorah asked as she picked up an envelope and shook it. 

“Toward the end of last summer. But it didn’t arrive by the time camp ended so I figured the company never sent it at all. And I forgot about it” 

“Well looks like their computer likes you” Devorah said with a laugh. “Mind if I open one?”

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