Rookie Scribe
Postman. Our passion had moved into the hallway one morning. I saw the postman round the corner as he passed the picture window. It was late summer and the door was open with the screen door locked. She was on top with her back to the door and I saw him looking in but trying not to as I glanced past her. Her attention wavered when the lid to the mailbox slammed. She looked backward over her shoulder to see him turn his back, got a look on her face asking "did he see", I shook my head no, she brushed the hair back over her shoulders and went back to her business. She has always been pretty focused.