Chapter 2196 Crazy Sex: The Key To Las Vegas:>Ep1
- I stopped at the entrance to the driveway, jumped out, and opened the mailbox. Once again, I shook my head at the realization that paper mail, like the house phone, is pretty much a relic of the 20th Century.
- I glanced at the short pile of paper as I entered my home office. I could tell that we were approaching another election, of some sort, by the multiple pamphlets telling me to "Vote for Bill NoGoodNik for City Council" or "Jim Dewey, previously of the famous law firm of Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe" who was running for district attorney. The political advertising I dropped into the trash can but kept the Costco membership renewal notice and a reminder that my property taxes were due in two months -- and a hand-addressed light purple envelope. An unusual 3 x 5 size, I flipped it over to glance at the backside. I would have expected perhaps it would contain a Christmas card except that it wasn't the Christmas season. It was hand addressed to just Joe and Angie, with no last name, with our address, but had no return address or name or other markings. The postmark was local, so I kept the enigmatic envelope with the taxes and insurance envelopes and just dropped them all on the desk for the moment.
- It was later that evening when I returned to the office, now with a few minutes to spare, and opened the mail. I was still looking at the unfolded, handwritten, letter that I found inside, along with two small business-size cards which, other than being blue, were blank and otherwise totally unremarkable, when Angie walked in. She asked what was with the purple letter and I just handed it to her.