“No problem. It happened sometimes when Mrs. Duboniski lived here. She didn’t get a lot of mail. Mostly cat magazines. Oh, and the Victoria’s Secret catalog, which I thought was a little odd since she was in her seventies. Anyway, I usually bring it over when I get home from work. But I came home early because I had a… thing.” “A funeral?” “What?” “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. The black clothes and your eye make-up. You look like you’ve been crying.”
