So my children started their own business, again. This time (or perhaps back then since it was the day before yesterday, and their business models change quickly) it’s secure document disposal. That is, they discovered that, when you wet a piece of paper, it becomes easier to tear. So they would wet documents and tear them for a small fee.
They used a page out of the most recent copy of Forbes magazine, but left me a little note telling me what happened.
Your magazine was a victem of circumstance
Of course, it’s reminiscent of Poe’s “The Purloined Letter“.
Not a mysterious letter. Not a victem of circumstance.
That you have to look on the back of the wadded-up, torn, and repurposed piece of paper.
He wrote the note on the back of an important letter home describing an upcoming event for one of his clubs.
Which we would not have read if we hadn’t gone all C. Auguste Dupin on him.
Raising children starts out all H.P. Lovecraft from the very moment they emerge from the birth canal and then grow into Poesque mysteries as they age.