The mail is mostly bills now.
Bea walks the same wet lane every morning in a yellow raincoat, brown satchel across her body, past the colored doors, with a small dachshund in a red raincoat waiting on a step with a stick. These days she can go a whole street without one envelope in a person's hand.
When did you last get one? When did you last write one? Your handwriting has been going onto grocery lists and the backs of envelopes for years, and nobody's noticed, including you.

