Unfortunately for Mull, the mail is not coming today. He only very rarely received anything in the mail, but he was always anxious for it to come. What might it bring today? he would ask himself. Then he would imagine all sorts of things that it might bring: a salad, a new can of paint, a thumbtack, a toothbrush. Mull would have been pleased with any of these things, and thus each day he would anxiously await the coming of the mail. Today, though, the mail is not going to come, which is unfortunate for Mull, obviously.
6 years ago