She read coming and going. The
mailbox several feet away, she
found something on second
glance that made her stop.
The woman with osteoporosis
back, Darth Vader sun glasses,
pink sweatshirt, and dark (blue
or lightly faded black) sweatpants
held the letter--cream colored paper--
opened only part way, a Z
dangling from her hands.
Out of the side window, at highway
speeds, the scene was in clear detail;
she showed the letter to me in her
silent way and I sped away from it.
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