“So where is this other stop, the one you really want to make, using this shivah business as a pretext?”
“Good morning, Mrs. Levine. Got a surprise for you today.”
As she did now almost every morning, Annie was sitting on the stoop, drinking her coffee and waiting… waiting….
And now here he was at last: Bert, the neighborhood’s grizzled and friendly mailman, holding his stack of bills, letters, and circulars in one hand, and in the other a white envelope, postmarked Fort Gordon, Augusta, Georgia.
A letter from Mutty!
Mentally deciding to double the yearly tip the family gave to their postman, she took the letter, trying not to snatch it out of his hand.
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