I sent you a postcard with our new address on it. You never got it?” I shook my head. “If I had, I would have written back. Strange, though. Must have been some slipup somewhere along the line.” “Or maybe we’re just unlucky,” she said. “Lots of slipups, and we end up missing each other. But anyway, I want to hear about you. What kind of life you’ve had.” “It’ll bore you to tears,” I said.
