Miss Strangeworth always used a stub of a pencil when she wrote her letters; and she printed them in childish block print.
Miss Strangeworth went to the narrow desk in the corner and unlocked it with her key.
The town where she lived had to be kept clean and sweet, but people everywhere were lustful, evil and degraded, and needed to be watched.
Conequently, she timer her walk so she could reach the post office just as darkness was starting to dim the outlines of the trees and the shapes of people's faces, although no one could ever mistake Miss Strangeworth, with her dainty walk and her rustling skirt.
Old lady Strangeworth's getting old
The third letter caught on the edge and fell outside, onto the ground at Miss Strangeworth's feet
"It's for Don Crane," the Harris boy said, "this letter. She dropped a letter addressed to Don Crane. Might as well take it over