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[not_a_traitor]

["Felix Gaeta speaking."]

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givingstide

[lovethyneighb_or]

When Gaeta opens the box, it's mostly a flat plane of cloth. Picking it up shows, in fact, an even bigger plane of cloth; it's a blanket, thick and heavy, and one edge reveals the button fasteners of a liner, soft fleece over a wool core. It's proportioned just slightly awkwardly for a bed, but is great for a couch. Slipped between the folds is a note.

Happy holidays, Gaeta. I know the cold has not been treating you well, so I thought I should go ahead and get you this. The core blanket is wool. The liner is fleece. Wool can be difficult to take care of, but with the fleece protecting it, it should only need to be washed once a year, and it makes it warmer.

I did not think I would make it out of the Village. I did not think I would live for long if I did, and I did not think I would live to see another Christmas as a free man. Thank you, Gaeta, for being there all the time. You are one of the reasons I've found enough peace to enjoy it.

Your friend for all hours,
Francis John P. Mulcahy

[not_a_traitor]

Oh. Oh, Mulcahy. Even as he holds the blanket, his hands partially wrapped in the fleece covering, Gaeta can feel his fingers beginning to warm.

Though it's a touch small, he doesn't hesitate to add it to the quilts heaped on his bed at home. And from then on out, whenever he visits Mulcahy at a time when an overnight stay is warranted, he packs the blanket in his kit.