Room 408, Friday Afternoon
Another day, another Post-It. The address was on the mainland again. At least she didn't have to reap her classmates?
The Post-It was over to the side of her desk, because she didn't have to deal with it until 8:17 pm, and that was hours from now. In the meantime, George had decided that it was time for Reggie to get a package. Could you mail packages to PO Boxes? Maybe it'd be a very small package. Something like a manila envelope.
And so George was sitting in front of her desk, leafing through a few magazines she'd bought earlier today, and tearing out ads that looked promising. If she didn't actually write to Reggie, they were both safe. Right?
(open door, open post!)
The Post-It was over to the side of her desk, because she didn't have to deal with it until 8:17 pm, and that was hours from now. In the meantime, George had decided that it was time for Reggie to get a package. Could you mail packages to PO Boxes? Maybe it'd be a very small package. Something like a manila envelope.
And so George was sitting in front of her desk, leafing through a few magazines she'd bought earlier today, and tearing out ads that looked promising. If she didn't actually write to Reggie, they were both safe. Right?
(open door, open post!)