Doors

[Comm to Bo Davis]
[Beep, dammit.]

[Email to Walter M]

Moore,

I need more information on the items the FBI confiscated from the inbound Delta traveler on 1/4/13.

Looking forward to your enlightening response,
Main

"The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment." - James Baldwin

[Charming red mailboxes appear en masse on the eve of the 13th of February. There's a latch that opens the box wide to admit packages, and a slot for letters. There's a mailbox for every door and an especially large one in the hotel's main lobby. Everything placed in the box is delivered to the recipient's home exactly as provided, signed or unsigned, until the eve of the 17th, when the box disappears without warning or explanation.]

Well, I give up. The creepy self-writing book stays.

And let us all give thanks on this auspicious eve for that very special day, coming only once a year, which reminds the alone how very alone they are.