If only she could know all the little ways that I make her life easier. Like how I wait in my car until her newspaper is delivered very early every morning. I pick it up out of her yard and toss it onto her porch so she won’t have to walk in the wet grass. She might get her slippers damp. If the yardman would just mow it shorter, it wouldn’t stay so soggy. One time the newspaper guy skipped her house, so I took a paper from a neighbor’s yard and put it on her porch. She deserved it more than they did.
Excerpt from Mike, from the Mail Room
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