The Postman Cums Twice
Monday morning, Sandra phoned at 10:00 o’clock. It was very fortunate that my wife had just left for physio. We arranged to meet tomorrow afternoon. She’d get the motel room, pay with her credit card and I’d reimburse her in cash. I was in the kitchen making my lunch when I saw the letter carrier walking up the path. I opened the inside door and saw through the glass that his hand was brushing away the mosquitoes. I left the screen door shut and shout, “I’ll open the garage door, come...