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Jamesy whimpered, resting his chin in his hand while sitting at the dining table.
"What's wrong, buddy?" Uncle Sam looked over from where he and Daddy were washing dishes in the sink.
"Kevin di'n' write m' back. Wha' if he hates m'? Or m' letter got lost 'n th' mail?" He whined, fidgeting by tapping his fingers against the table.
"Aww, I'm sure he doesn't hate you, Jamesy." Uncle Sam hummed, turning his focus to a stubborn spot on a glass.
"You sent it two weeks ago, right? He might have just gotten it. Regular mail moves pretty slow, lamb." Daddy added on, drying off a dish before setting it in the dish rack.
"Bu'h tha' was f'rever ago!" Jamesy whined, flopping his head against the table.
"Hm, here," Daddy set his towel down, grabbing his keys from the ring. "We haven't checked the mail yet today, maybe it got here. Can you help Uncle Sam with these until I get back?"
"Kay..." Jamesy sighed, walking to the kitchen and grabbing the abandoned towel, taking his time to dry the dishes off as Uncle Sam handed them to him.
After a few minutes, Daddy walked back in through the door. By then, the dishes were all in the rack to air dry, and he and Uncle Sam were sitting at the table.
"Oh? Now what's this?" Daddy held up an envelope, squinting at the address like he was an old man reading a book. "Why, it looks like a letter addressed to one 'Jamesy B. Barnes'!" Daddy smiled, holding up the letter.
Jamesy was over like a bullet, ripping the envelope open the second Daddy handed it to him.
He yelped with glee as he read the letter out loud.
"Dear Jamesy an' th' Winter System," He began. "I got y'u letter! I've been ha'ffin a good time here a' m' home. Tell 'Mr. Steve' an' 'Mr. Sam' I said thank'y'u again f' th' dinner." He continued on, reading off the letter.
"See? It just took a while to get here." Uncle Sam smiled.
Jamesy had already grabbed a new sheet of paper to write his next letter.