my life 18

Nancy Reeling Nancy was the mail lady, Willow Point. Maybe Monterey Lakes. I move a lot. I remember seeing Nancy a lot. I was going for the mail at the same time she was putting it in the boxes. I was forcing myself upon her. I started many talks with her. It took a couple weeks of that before we started talking more comfortably to each other. Months of this talking passed. We grew very close to each other. But she suddenly had a shift in her routes. From Largo to Seminole. I was constantly trying to score with her. One, she brought me a box. It was at my door. What is it? I read the address and told her my brother's urn, my brother's ashes. I told her about his run from the law, about his being found dead, so there were a lot of details she already knew. She switched routes to quit getting followed by her work. Wait, maybe it was the FBI following her.