“Nothing.” My voice is suspiciously prim. I walk to the shop door and fling it open. “Well, I’m sure you’ve got lots of things to do today. Don’t let me keep you. Thanks for bringing this by!” “I don’t think so.” He takes hold of its handle and slowly closes the door. He turns his eyes to me. “What was in that letter?” I give him a nonchalant smile. “Oh, you know, nothing important. Girl stuff.”
