Michael Malone - Weebly

"Hello, Mr. Smalter."
He came closer. "You didn't mention yesterday that
you'd be leaving the post office. Otto told me. I'll miss
seeing you here. I'm an old creature of habit, and, you
see, you're a part of my day."
"Thank you," she said without looking at him. "But it
will be easier for Alf, for Mr. Marco, here in the office.
He's really getting too old to have to do the deliveries,
and someone new will do that."
"And you?"
She said nothing.
"Ah. You have your new house. A great deal to do
there."
"Yes."
They fell silent.
He glanced through his letters. "Maybe you noticed,
I've been putting a new address on all those packages.
After 'a lull in the hot race'?"
"Oh?" Having for seven years seen the thick manila
envelopes addressed to James Poe and Sons, the
postmistress had of course been unable to avoid seeing
a new name typed there instead.