The Mailbox

Rachel Johnson:
Oh she's pretty, she looks like a fairy princess. [Lethe and Rachel looks at the photo album book]

Lethe Anderson:
That's me that's my wedding picture.

Rachel Johnson:
You look so young.

Lethe Anderson:
Well I wasn't always 83.

Rachel Johnson:
How much more is 83 than 5?

Lethe Anderson:
Too much, oh much too much. That's a picture of my husband Francis. Oh we were so happy together. [Turns the album page]

Rachel Johnson:
And who are these babies?

Lethe Anderson:
They're my babies.

Rachel Johnson:
3 girls.

Lethe Anderson:
No one's a boy. I'll show you a picture of them when they were grown up. Now that's Susan, and that's Myra and that's Richard, isn't he handsome?

Rachel Johnson:
This is pretty. [Looks at the postcard]

Lethe Anderson:
That's a card Myra sent. Oh speaking of postcards. Oh it's that time. [Put's the photo album book away, then they both stand up]

Rachel Johnson:
I'm cold. I'll think I'll go home.

Lethe Anderson:
Alright darling I'll see you later sweetheart. [Lethe kisses Rachel and she skips home. Lethe waits around by her mailbox. Finally a mail truck drives up and Mike honks the horn as he stops by Lethe]

Mike the Mailman:
Hi Lethe.

Lethe Anderson:
Hello Mike.

Mike the Mailman:
You know. I've been your mailman for 10 years now and I've always wondered. What do you do with your time when the days I don't deliver?

Lethe Anderson:
I'd hate to admit it because it makes me sound old. But you know not long ago I've stood here for the best part of an afternoon, before I realized it was Veterans Day. [Lethe and Mike both laugh]

Mike the Mailman:
I'm sorry. And I'm also sorry that the only thing I have for you is a utility bill. [Mike gives the utility bill letter to Lethe]

Lethe Anderson:
Well it's better than nothing. Not much.

Mike the Mailman:
I'll do better by you tomorrow, bye bye.

Rachel Johnson:
Bye bye Mike. [Mike drives off in his mail truck and Lethe watches him drive. Then, she walks back to her house]