Of course, I missed the hot postal worker that day. As a matter of fact, I missed him every day for the rest of the week. It was like he was avoiding me. I knew that wasn’t it, since he’d never met me, but still. I didn’t even get a look at him again. It was downright disappointing. I had the office organized already. By the end of the week, I’d either stored or displayed all the merchandise Cat bought at the wholesaler. I twiddled my thumbs and felt guilty. Maybe this wasn’...