I hung up and folded the heavy page in half.

Two days earlier, I had gone to the post office lobby and handed the silver key back to the clerk at the counter.

I didn’t need a private box for secret legal mail anymore.

Everything came straight to my own front door now.

The next morning, the spatula scraped across the little nonstick pan, catching the edge of the cooking eggs.

I folded them into a neat yellow half-moon, letting the sharp cheddar melt in the middle, and slid them onto a green ceramic plate.