The afternoon had turned out to be blustery, and Lexi’s long hair whipped around as she headed for the post office door. Leaves scuttled by on the sidewalk, some colliding with bushes, posts, and the occasional passerby. Lexi stopped to take a deep breath, the crisp air doing her good, and then headed to the old brick building that reminded Lexi of an old train depot. Maybe it had been.
As she approached the door, it opened, and she nearly collided with the person coming out. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, stepping aside.
“No, after you.”
She looked up into strange, yet somewhat familiar eyes and temporarily caught her breath. It was the man from church, the one with the golden tinged eyes. He was holding the door for her, waiting politely for her to step through, and Lexi had trouble getti
