"Listen Skev, I can't talk much, but I ran into Bex."
"Bex." He whistles. "How's that sweet thing?"
“Same old, connected with a juggler. He mentioned a letter Tor was trying to get to me. At the beginning of the year.
There is a pause. "Victoria. Man. She's something else."
"I know."
“I asked him if he could come back and he said no. Just that one time. Out of season. Don't s**t where you eat.
"I know. I know. About that letter . . ."
"Yeah man, I don't know anything about it."
"Oh."
“Victoria didn't tell me. He said it was personal. You know how it gets. he sighs. “So I told him to send it to you. I gave him the address on the boat. I didn't know if you could receive mail on the ship.
"You could. We could. We did."
"So you got the letter?"
“No, Skev. That's why I'm calling.
"
