Chapter One

The Postman Always Rings Twice

Sarah pulled into one of the parking spaces that was in the parking lot of the local post office. As she stopped and turned off the car, she smiled at Nica, her daughter, who was in the passenger seat. "Are you sure that you don't need help," Sarah smiled and asked Nica.

"I've got this," Nica smiled. With one hand, she removed her wheelchair from the backseat. With her other hand, she opened the car door that was on her side. She gently put her wheelchair on the outside ground and opened it before she held onto the upper rim of her mother's car and pushed/lifted herself into the wheelchair. She slightly adjusted the package that was on her lap before she rolled herself up the beige wheelchair ramp that was just outside of the post office. She smiled as she stopped just outside of the silver doors that led to the post office. She reached out, opened the door, and rolled herself in, closing the door behind her. Sarah worriedly looked after her from the car.

Nica smiled as she rolled herself over to the golden elevator that had been in the post office ever since it had started. She pressed the elevator button and the elevator doors open. Holding the elevator doors open with one hand, Nica pushed herself backwards into the elevator. She smiled as she let go and the elevator doors closed. She smiled again as she pushed the button for the upper floor and the elevator ascended. She smiled yet again as the elevator doors open and she smiled even more as she rolled herself out of the elevator and towards the young male that was working the counter. She knew that he would be working today… he always worked today. "Hi," he smiled.

"Hi," Nica smiled as she took the package from her lap and put it on the desk that was in front of young male.

"Did you sell something else on eBay," the young male smiled.

"Yup," Nica smiled.

"How much did you get," the young male smiled and put one of his hands on his hip.

"A lot," Nica smiled.

"Good," the young male smiled; however, he looked anxious. "Hey… do you remember that audition that I went on a few weeks ago…"

"Yeah," Nica worriedly asked. "What happened about it?"

"Well," the young male nervously shrugged. "I… I got the part…"

"Wow, congratulations," Nica excitedly smiled. "That's… that's great…"

"It's…" The young male awkwardly and worriedly paused. "It's in London…"

"Oh," Nica sadly said. "I… I see…" She forced a sad smile. "Congratulations," she sadly said. "You're… you're living the dream… I… I wish you well… and… I… uh… I have to go…" She turned her back to him and she quickly rolled herself towards the elevator.

"Hey," the young male determinedly smiled. "Come with me…" In response, Nica stopped, turned herself around and smiled.

"Really," Nica smiled.

"Really," the young male smiled and nodded. "You know," he smiled and suddenly said. "My mother's holding one of her society parties… why don't you come… both of you can meet one another…"

"Are you sure that I'm welcome," Nica smiled and asked. "Even though I'd love to see one of your mother's society brigades, I thought that guests were only welcome if they were of high society…"

"You're of high society," the young male determinedly says. "You're welcome…"

"I'll… I'll be there," Nica smiled before she turned around and rolled herself back to the elevator. She pressed the elevator button and the doors opened. Nica smiled as she rolled herself backwards into the elevator. The elevator doors closed and she smiled to herself and happily sighed.