Michael Malone - Weebly

utalized by youth, realized), handsome enough to
have married the handsome Hawk Haig, the football
hero, who was to have gone places, but who, as things
turned out, went a little too fast, led on by Rumor.
People like her, at least in theory. They admit she is
not very good at canasta, being unable to concentrate
on her cards, or much fun at the bowling alley, or a
backyard barbecue, or a tête à tête at the A&P. Still,
they say she is a nice woman, always thoughtful.
Judith Haig has no hobbies; there is nothing Limus
Barnum can sell her. She has no outside interests at all,
other than the post office.
Enveloped emotion is as much as she can bear. But
taking such careful care of the mute appeals and unseen
responses that her fellow humans make to one another,
make through her hands, has been, she believed,
something to offer. In her eleven years there she has
never lost a letter. Today, by doctor's orders, she lost
her post office. He had said that she needed to take it
easy, that her heart might be in a little trouble. That her
heart should be troubled was no surprise to Mrs. Haig.
It was an old complaint.