Between Decisions (The City Between, #8)

by W.R. Gingell

“Because I am too beautiful,” he said. “I will not be tempted. If I wish to look at something beautiful, I shall look in the mirror.”

“You did not ask. I shall sell clothes.”

“Everyone will buy my clothes,” he said. “And for that little old lady there will be a place to knit.”

“You’re a mailbox,” I told it sternly. “You can’t eat me.”