Rifling

We have an old metal filing cabinet that I think my father had picked up on a sidewalk once and that's been sitting in our coat closet for the past few years. The clunker's too big for our cross-country move, and I've started sifting through my files of drafts and copious rejection notes (ha ha...ugh). And at the very bottom of the bottom drawer, beneath my spare teaching supplies (do people still use overhead transparencies?) I found a large, yellowed index card, folded in half.

The outside was addressed "To Mother & Dad". The inside says this:
"I want you both to sit down and relax-- take a moment's respite from the tedious effort of gift unwrapping-- and turn on the KLH radio, listen for a few moments-- perhaps munch on a little Figi's cheese in the interim-- and pretend the KLH tuner is a gift, again this year, from a most frugal daughter- and try to be grateful!!! Love, L___"

Hm.