This morning, I was walking down the street on my way to pick up Calla for lunch when a car pulled up beside me.
"Has the mail arrived on this street yet?" the woman asked.
"Nope, not yet", I replied knowledgeably.
"You see, I'm Patrick's mother," she said. "I was hoping to pick him up and take him for lunch."
I told her, as I told you yesterday, that I always look forward to seeing Patrick and that he's doing a very good job.
When he arrived just now (after respective lunches of both mothers and children), he seemed especially friendly when he gave me my mail.
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