A necklace. That crazy dude had sent us a necklace! What a joke. A beaded necklace that was as tired and cranky as a grandpa. With a silver plaque in its center, decorated with broken turquoises.

The turquoises were a good choice though. According to our grandfather’s people, the Navajos, (yeah we’re Red Skins, baby!) it brings good luck. Still, why would you send a necklace to twin brothers?

I took it to get a closer look. Jack searched inside the envelope and pulled out something else. A photo of an old Indian lady in her backyard. She had a creeper smile. And the necklace in her hand. That was just SO weird!

Inside the envelope was another picture with a bunch of people of about our age, plus little kids. The older ones looked like buddies, all smiling and holding each other by the shoulders. A baby seemed to be looking straight into our eyes. Blond hair, blue eyes yet surprisingly colorful skin. A tanned angel. He was clinging on to his teddy bear without a smile. It was like somebody had just told him that he would never get to eat Nutella in his whole life anymore.

Don’t know if that one particular thought scared me, but the baby gave me the chills for sure. I started getting goosebumps.

‘ LETTER!’ screamed Jack.

I rushed towards him.

‘It’s from that old Indian lady.’