The Trunk

“Well, now that the trunk belongs to me, I guess I can tell you.”
“Yes, please do. Wait. Let me call Mother. I think she’d…”
“No, don’t. She may find it too painful.”
“Too painful? I don’t understand.
“Love letters.”
“Love letters? I still don’t understand.”
“In the trunk.”
“There are no love letters in here.”
"Oh, but there are."