"Bobeshi! You too?" Maya leapt up and hugged her grandmother tightly. Tears ran down both their faces.
"I had a dream." Maya's grandmother said simply.
"So did I, Bobeshi."
"Was it a dream, though? Or was it a memory?"
"Let's not speak of it," Maya said. "Memories, dreams. Let's not speak of them."
The grandmother smiled: "Let's leave the memories to the past. We have the Now."
"And each other," said Leo.
"And each other," laughed Maya.
And in the corner of the room a pile of unsent letters slowly disappeared leaving no trace, as if they'd never been written.