Del came home from work and entered the mailroom. He opened his mailbox and took out his mail and grinned to see the professional journal he had been waiting for. He tucked his letters into a pocket but ripped off the cellophane wrapper of the journal, binned it and opened the journal, folding the pages back, and walked through to the Mocha, reading the editorial.
He got into the line, still reading, and moved along quietly, turning a page every so often.