Mail Order Meddler Page 13
He set the letter aside to mail the next time he went to Nowhere. George’s son had taken over for him around the same time Arthur had started doing the ice deliveries there. Arthur, if he saw the letter, would laugh hysterically at the idea of Francis sending off for his own bride. Arthur had always been a little strange, though.
Francis ate a bite of the huge pie Tracy had sent over. He just dug the fork right into the center and started eating. There was no need to use a plate when he’d just have to wash it. Getting into this habit would save his wife a lot of time. He smiled as he thought about his future wife. Yes, someone like Tracy was all he wanted. Life would be good when she was by his side.
