“Hey Ford, what’s this?” Stan held up an envelope with neat writing addressing it to Grunkle Stan and Great Uncle Ford. There was also a few star stickers just so they both knew that it was from Mabel, but why was she sending them a letter? Ford had managed to figure out email and skype for them.
The con man heard his brother grumble as he stuck his head out of the kitchen. “What is what?” Stan shook the letter in his hand, causing Ford’s eyes to look at it. He frowned, putting down the towel he had been carrying.
“I don’t know, but it’s addressed to both of us so it has to be something important.” Usually, they got separate mail from the twins, but that was back when they were still growing up and they hadn’t figured out technology yet.
Stan shrugged, starting to rip the envelope open with his thumb, ignoring Ford’s protest on how they had a letter opener right there.
The con man pulled out a decorated piece of paper, his eyes skimming it before going wide behind his glasses. Ford frowned, peering over his brother’s shoulder.
“Damn, I owe you ten bucks. She couldn’t have waited to get married for like another five years could she?”