“He forgot a letter.”
I say as I flip through the stack of envelopes the lady handed me.
She slowly shakes her head and says, “no that’s all we have for you.”
I twist my mouth to one side and peruse the mail I’m holding one more time. There’s no lavender 5x7 card envelope in the stack. “Are you sure?” I ask again.
The lady behind the desk of our neighborhood clubhouse looks annoyed. She ri...