Someone left a book in her mailbox today—”Woe is I, The Grammarphobe’s Guide to Better English in Plain English.”
There was no note, only a faded orange post it with her name written in all caps, in unfamiliar handwriting.
She knows she’s not the best at grammar. Lie? Lay? Which is it? She can never remember. How does it sound in the sentence? That’s how she writes. By sound. And by feel.
So this … gift? recrimination? not-so-subtle-hint? leaves her paranoid, and also curious.
She knows she’ll use the book. And when she does, she’ll send a “Thank you,” to the giver—whatever their intentions may have been.