The Mailboxes
Day Five:
Mailbox says I’ve got bills to pay. I know I could probably pay them online, but I think I’ve unduly romanticized the postal system, so I just keep paying via snail mail. I filter through the envelopes as I walk up the path towards the front door. Car insurance. Health insurance. Coupons. More coupons.
I glance up as I reach the stairs and jump a little when I see the door open. Nazari steps out, looks up from the phone in her hand, and holds open the door behind her. She smiles at me and lightly tips her head towards the door. I fumble stupidly with my mail and robotically move to squeeze my way past her and into the house. I don’t dare look at her, she’s so close. Close enough I can feel her body heat through the summer heat.
Then the door is closed and the foyer is dim and cool.
You forgot to say thank you, Pinkus.
“Ughhhh,” I groan and swat my forehead a couple of times with my mail.
“Hey, Pinkus.” The White Lady with Dreads has appeared at the bottom of stairs, looking very far away and smelling distinctly weedy.
“Hi, Guru,” I sigh.
I glance up as I reach the stairs and jump a little when I see the door open. Nazari steps out, looks up from the phone in her hand, and holds open the door behind her. She smiles at me and lightly tips her head towards the door. I fumble stupidly with my mail and robotically move to squeeze my way past her and into the house. I don’t dare look at her, she’s so close. Close enough I can feel her body heat through the summer heat.
Then the door is closed and the foyer is dim and cool.
You forgot to say thank you, Pinkus.
“Ughhhh,” I groan and swat my forehead a couple of times with my mail.
“Hey, Pinkus.” The White Lady with Dreads has appeared at the bottom of stairs, looking very far away and smelling distinctly weedy.
“Hi, Guru,” I sigh.
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