“I was worried that you wouldn’t get my last letter.”
“I got it yesterday in my new mailbox at the post office” he said with pride.
“Good. That brother of yours was really keeping my letters, was he? What a scoundrel .”
“I’ll always get them from now on. Do you want to go into the coffee shop? I can buy our coffee.”
“What happened to you?” She was staring at his left eye.
“Oh.” He realized that he had forgotten to put the sunglasses on his face.
“I got into an argument with him.”
“Over stealing the letters?”
“Yes.”
“ Is he the brawny one you told me about before-the oldest one?”