The doorbell rang, so Jedi stopped slicing the ingredients for the course she was preparing and checked out who it was. She was not expecting someone to come and neither did Red inform her that he was expecting someone. Oh, well, they barely talked with each other. It was a week since that horrible incident and she felt that Red was avoiding her. So provoking him in order for them to have a conversation was her last retort and most of the time Red was yelling.
It’s a courier. The man handed her an envelope. Jedi hesitated to reach it.
“Are you sure it’s for me? I am not expecting anything.”
“Are you Miss Precious Jedi Quiman?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s for you, ma’am.”
Dumfounded, she reached for the envelope, then the courier went on his way. It’s quite disturbing who the sender was. No on
