The Note

What’s with the weather? Disappointment strikes me as I was looking ahead to a brisk sky. Don’t get it wrong though, I’m not yielding to superstition, it’s nothing but my concern over the pair of pure white sneakers. Nevertheless, I make it to the destination I have in mind, slightly drenched by the drizzle. This place still reeks of musty old books to some degree, still it isn’t too much a bother by any means. “Morning, Mrs. Regina.”, I bid her informally. She looks calm as ever. With a hint of grin creasing her face, she responds, “Good day, sonny. Here’s the piece from Ms. Tuesday.” The note is now in my hands. What’s this feeling I’m getting? I’m lost for words to describe. “Thanks again ma’am, I guess I’ll stay for a while.”. “Should I wait for the right moment to read this?”, my inner self questions.