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Screech! The tires announced the car’s arrival at the post office. Leonard circled the parking lot searching for a space. Then drove back to the front of the post office and double-parked.
“Got to get a phone book,” Tom thought frantically.
“Let me see the letter,” Leonard demanded.
“What for?”
“At this point, we check everything. No exceptions.” “Here. I just need to get an address from the phone book.” “So, go ahead,” Leonard smirked as he posted himself by
the door.
Tom got in line with three people in front of him. He grabbed
a phone book from a nearby table and started flipping pages. “Damn,” he thought, “it’s a good thing I hadn’t addressed that letter yet. Whew! Talk about a close one. Key, Key, come on Key,” he said to himself silently. “Okay, here it is, Laura Key,
Timothy Key, and Seige Key. Thank God!”
He wrote the name down very carefully on a piece of paper
and closed the book.
Facing the teller at last, he requested stamps and glanced
casually at Leonard. Leonard looked toward him stared back and drew his eyes into slits as he headed toward Tom, who saw Leonard approaching as the teller handed him stamps.
Bang! Crash! Leonard stopped mid-stride and ran for the door. He looked outside and started running toward the crumpled car.
Tom wasted no time retrieving the software from his torn liner.
“Please, Sir,” he said to the teller. Give me something quick to send these in,” holding the software tightly and looking to- ward the door.
He began quickly writing the address on the shipping pack- age and jotting a note to place inside.
“It must have a return address,” the teller said.
“Sir, he whispered, this a matter of life and death.” “Please ship them as they are.”
The teller, seeing genuine concern in Tom’s face, took them from him. “Thank you. You have saved my life.”