I don’t even have a blender.
He gives me the most bored look I’ve ever seen and walks away, the guy following behind him with his hands in his pockets.
When they disappear I swallow hard, shaking like I just had a near miss car crash. Then I face the mailbox and open it, my thoughts somewhere else. Until I see the bulging envelope.
My heart twists with pain as I stare.
The same as the other two, it has my name and address written on it as if it was mailed out but no postage or return address. I know what’s in there and I don’t want to see it. I don’t need my face rubbed in it any more than I already have.
I pull out the envelope and stuff it in my purse without looking any further, slam the box closed, and march out.
It’s my first day at Matthias LLC and I don’t want to be late.