“Look for yourself.” Rosalee leaned her head over at the basket.

As I reached inside, she put out her hand to stop me. “Wait. First, I want you to tell me what your message said. I need to know which one you wrote, Tinsley.”

I thought about it for a minute, trying to recall the exact words. “Well, I don’t know it word for word, but it’s the one you read out loud. I wrote something cheesy like, ‘Don’t go to bed angry. Blah blah blah…’”

“Thank god,” Rosalee said, breathily.

“Why? What did you think I wrote?”

Rosalee sighed and slumped back on the pillows. “I wasn’t sure. I just needed to know… that it wasn’t you who wrote those terrible things.”

I grabbed the basket off the nightstand and dumped the square, white notes on the fluffy bedspread. As I unfolded them, one by one, Rosalee tore the heads off the daisies on the comforter beside her, ripping the petals to shreds.

“Okay, here is mine,” I said. I pushed the note forward into her hand, the one about going to bed angry. “And this one seems nice… Maybe Mara wrote it?” I couldn’t imagine Mara ever being nice, but she did seem fond of my cousin, at least. I pointed a finger at the second note that read:

NEVER STOP GROWING AND WORKING ON YOURSELF AS AN INDIVIDUAL. YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND DESERVE TO HAVE YOUR OWN INTERESTS AND HOBBIES.

Although the words were kind, it seemed exactly like something a self-centered, self-involved person like Mara would come up with off-the-cuff.

The third note made me roll my eyes, but it wasn’t all bad:

ALWAYS SMILE IN THE MORNINGS, IT BRIGHTENS YOUR HUSBAND’S DAY AND YOURS TOO!!!!

All those exclamation points made me think it had to be Georgia. But what did I know about her really? Besides the fact that she was seriously allergic to coconut, and she had a body like a pageant queen.

“Okay,” I said, looking up at Rosalee, still clutching the note that I suspected came from peppy, polite Georgia.

“It’s the last two notes I’m concerned about,” Rosalee said.

I unfolded both of them and laid them out, side by side.

KEEP HIM SEXUALLY SATISFIED SO I DON’T HAVE TO ANYMORE.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

“Believe it or not, the last one is bad too.” Rosalee nodded towards the final ‘well wish’ in the basket and I opened it up to read it for myself:

I KNOW ALL OF YOUR SECRETS AND SOON YOUR HUSBAND WILL TOO.

I gasped. “What the hell? Who are these people you invited to your party, Rosalee?” I said, waving the note at her.

“Well, at first I thought that maybe you wrote that one,” Rosalee said, studying my face.

“Me?” My eyes bulged. “How could you think it was me? Why would I write something like that?”