“He didn’t name any streets, Brenda,” Arthur said, turning back to his sorting tray.

“He just picked up the box of cards and headed out toward Main Street.”

“Did he leave any kind of list behind?”

“Nothing,” Arthur said.

“If any blue envelopes come in later today, I’ll set them aside for you.”

I smoothed the front of my cardigan down over my waist and picked up my bag.

“Thanks, Arthur,” I said.

I went out to the sidewalk, where the chilly morning air was dragging dry oak leaves across the pavement.