Looking through the mail, he was intrigued by the golden envelope.
It had been addressed by hand. He opened it and found an elegant invitation card, printed in a beautiful script. It was for an Old Boys’ School Reunion being hosted by a boy from his old year, who’d obviously done well for himself. It was to be held at his country house with supper and entertainment provided. He saw the name; Caruthers. He remembered him. He was Bugsy Caruthers to them all. Holding the invitation card, he stood thinking about the old days. He let the card flutter to the floor.
He stamped on it. He continued to bring his foot down on it violently, over and over, until he became short of breath. He picked it up and crushed it into a ball. He went into the kitchen and found a china dish. He dropped the crumpled card in it. He struck a match and set light to it. He watched it slowly burn. When it was just a few wispy flakes of carbon he took it through to the bathroom, where he emptied the dish into the toilet bowl. He flushed the toilet. After taking the dish back to the kitchen he returned to the bathroom and peered into the bowl. It was empty. He flushed it again, just to make sure.
He had always really hated Bugsy!