asked Mrs. Treeby. “No, it’s not. My birthday’s in July. Should I open the parcel now, or wait until I get off-shift?” asked Aurelia. She felt sure Mrs. Treeby was as curious about the parcel as she was, but Damien, who replaced the workers on their bathroom breaks, couldn’t be expected to remain at her desk for longer than the usual few minutes it took to visit the facilities. “Open it now, dear.” They walked together into the dining room, and Mrs. Treeby, who was the cook as well as the “chaperone” for the young women, handed her a pair of scissors. Aurelia didn’t want to spoil the wrapping paper, which was quite pretty, so she cut neatly along the line of tape at one end of the parcel and unwrapped it. Inside was a layer of bubble wrap and, under that, a delicately carved wooden photograph frame, with an old picture inside it. Carefully she picked it up and looked closely at it. There were two couples, likely in their late twenties or early thirties. One woman was holding a baby, and the other couple had a small boy standing in front of them.
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