She had meant to write the thank-you card for a week and every time she sat down to do it the words got too big. The woman had covered her shift three times — three times! — during the worst month, without being asked, and had also been the one who showed up with soup and didn't stay too long. She didn't know how to make a card small enough to say this without being a whole speech. In the end she wrote just a few lines and then, before she could overthink it, licked the envelope and walked it to the mailbox before the feeling could shrink.