Post by BlueSails on Jan 2, 2006 18:24:19 GMT 8
Daughters. Can't ever understand them.
With a dry smile on his face, Taylor walked back to his post and started sorting mail, immediately putting the small letter Jess had given him into his pocket. She had asked him to deliver it to the Ramirez household. Wondering if there was anything else to deliver today, Taylor accidentally ripped an envelope and glimpsed a lipstick smear on the perfumed stationery inside. He laughed and tossed it onto the PERSONAL pile, looking for anything marked to the Alejos.
Nothing today. Johnny Pal--everyone called him Johnny Pal, and no one had ever found out his true last name--had taken all the mail in the box assigned to both him and Taylor that morning. Maybe there would be something later on. Glancing at the clock, Taylor continued sorting and then at lunch break decided to deliver Jess's letter. He got on his Vespa and drove off.
With a dry smile on his face, Taylor walked back to his post and started sorting mail, immediately putting the small letter Jess had given him into his pocket. She had asked him to deliver it to the Ramirez household. Wondering if there was anything else to deliver today, Taylor accidentally ripped an envelope and glimpsed a lipstick smear on the perfumed stationery inside. He laughed and tossed it onto the PERSONAL pile, looking for anything marked to the Alejos.
Nothing today. Johnny Pal--everyone called him Johnny Pal, and no one had ever found out his true last name--had taken all the mail in the box assigned to both him and Taylor that morning. Maybe there would be something later on. Glancing at the clock, Taylor continued sorting and then at lunch break decided to deliver Jess's letter. He got on his Vespa and drove off.
