Every day brings a hill of mail to the Rondarosa. Sometimes I beg Tink not to get the mail because I know it will bring more work.
“Have you gotten the mail today?” he will ask.
Like a child pleading not to get a spanking, I’ll say, “No! Please don’t get it. Please. I’m caught up right now and if you bring in the mail, I’ll be right back where I started this morning: behind.”
But he can’t resist.
Grayson’s Thank You Note


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