I took the letter I had written and put it into an envelope. I put one of the two cent stamps bearing the green likeness of George Washington on it, and walked to the old post office. The corner stone indicated that it had been built in 1855, but had been greatly expanded in the time since it first started to serve the public.

I could not help but imagine that in this very building my Janice may have walked. I was slightly startled realize I was thinking of her as my Janice. I held the letter in my hand and saw the mail slot labeled for local delivery. I reached out and dropped it into the slot.

I felt foolish. What did I expect they would do with that. It would end up in a dead letter pile and that would be it. I mentally kicked myself for being such an idiot.

That night I lay in bed, thinking about her. I tossed and turned. Then I realized. I had found one secret drawer. Could there be another? I got up and went to the secretary desk.

Three columns separated the pigeon holes in 4 sections.