“How you doing with your….” The postman started before tilting his head down towards Curt’s wheelchair and lack of legs while Curt signed the postal form for a registered letter.
“Just great.” He handed the clipboard back and stuffed the envelope between his hip and the side of the chair.
The postman looked him over a few more times. “The misses’ been bugging me for the past weeks since she saw you and your lady friend … Patty? Yeah, since she saw you two. Damnedest thing, she’s all afire about her legs now.” He muttered something Curt didn’t understand and didn’t ask to hear again. “I wish your lady friend would talk to her. I just Click to read more