Good Luck: Episode Forty-Eight
The postman nailed a note on my front door. The box out by the road was frozen shut. He couldn’t deliver. I had to do something about it. I didn’t do nothing about it.
I saw envelopes had been tossed on the ground outside where I’d thrown rock salt and a slush puddle had formed. Then it was the coldest night of the year, froze it all. Then what?
What I shouldn’t have done was what I did, chop the mailbox off its post, drag it into the kitchen, but that’s what I did. Thawed it out in the sink while I drank my drink in the same clothes as yesterday as yesterday as yesterday as yesterday.
Inside the mailbox, I found a surprise. The Hawaiian shirt I’d given Sadie, returned to sender. Little glowing volcanos. The get well card was in the pocket, with a personal message, You’re good man, don’t ever doubt it.
Of course I’m going to doubt it, Sadie. I was born to doubt it.