Page 48 of Big Sexy Love
‘Noooooo,’ I mutter to myself. ‘No.NO.NO.’
I frantically open the other zips in the bag, desperately hoping that I moved Birdie’s letter to one of the othercompartments.
Nope.
This is not happening. This cannot behappening.
I quickly lean forward, pull down the shutter on the mailbox and peek inside. I can see nothing. Just blackness. And the smell of paper, which ordinarily I like but today makes mefeelsick.
My cheeks starttoburn.
Birdie’sletter.
Birdie’s finalletter.
Ohmygod.
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It’s okay.It’s fine. Everything is going to bejust fine. I can get it. I can get the letter. I have long enough arms to reach down into the mailbox, don’t I? I can just get it. It’s one of those thick-papered expensive envelopes. I’ll be able to feel it, pull it out and then everything will be okay. I can deliver it to Chuck at the bank and all will be fine.Fine!Fine.
I peek out from beneath my umbrella. It’s so busy on this street and everyone’s moving quickly to avoid being out in the rain. No one is looking at me. No onewouldsee…
As casually as I can manage, I lean to the left and discreetly snake my arm into themailbox.
I feel around. There’s a mass of papers and… ew, somethingsoggy?
‘Ugh,’ I shudder, moving my hand to the right to feel for Birdie’sletter.
My hand grabs onto a large thick envelope. It’s the right size, the rightweight…
I pull it outhopefully.
This envelope’sbrown.
Birdie’s iscream.
Shit.
Keeping hold of the brown envelope so I don’t repeat grab it, I reach my hand down again and clutch about, like one of those fairground machineclaws.
‘Excuse me,’ comes a voice from my left. ‘What are youdoing?’
I jolt upright from the mailbox so quickly that my beret falls off, my curlsspringingfree.
