In quick order the kitchen was once again
spotless and Wendy had only to put the cooled bread in bags and store them away
while Donny looked through his mail.
“Anything in there for me?” Wendy asked, hanging
up the damp kitchen towel.
“Pretty sure there isn’t. Sorry,” he said, smirking.
“Better take a second look. According to Janet I’m
Occupant. So….”
He laughed. “That so? Wish I had known that
years ago. I’ve tossed away tons of your mail then. My bad. Here, you can have
that and this, and heck, you can even have that,” he said tossing her a circular
for a craft store, a card offering a free first visit from a new dentists’
office and a thick envelope with calligraphy-type writing on it.
