I must admit, I was a little self-conscious when meeting Oliver to deliver the box and letters to (we thought Jonathan and perhaps Katherine). I had allowed myself to get a little carried away. Oliver was probably embarrassed by all my dramatics, but he was kind enough not to bring it up. In fact, he was pretty much back to business as usual. I did notice that he was quiet during the car ride to the Walker residence. Maybe he was uncomfortable too? McInerney, note to self – don't cry on you boss, it makes you foolish and him awkward.
Anyway, we arrived at the Walker's, and began to walk up the path to the front door. I was disconcerted to hear raised voices as we neared the house – Jonathan and Katherine seemed to be having a domestic dispute. A youngish man opened the door. He did not seem, at first glance, Oliver's kindred spirit.
It seemed that although this Jonathan was the intended recipient of the box and therefore the letters, he was not in fact the author. The letters were from the pen of the original Jonathan, and his wife Katherine, present Jonathan's great grandfather. Although I was saddened by the knowledge that I would not meet Katherine and Jonathan, I was happy to know that they lived, loved, and raised a family. Not in our time, but they shared their lives early last century, together.
The letters certainly got to me, and I think they got to Oliver too. At least, I hope it was the letters of Jonathan and Katherine, and not his own missive to his wife that caused his mood. He told present Jonathan and his wife not-Katherine that they should share the letters out loud together. I agree but will read nothing into that. We were thrown together in a bank vault. Any emotions were a result of that right? Not that it is any of my business, but I think that Jonathan and not-Katherine, despite their argument as we arrived, are a couple in love. You could just tell by the way they sat, one turned to the other. They are the real deal.
Now on to the 'Miss Special Delivery' pageant. Rita looked amazing. No one else is as truly beautiful inside and out as she. I must say, she and Norman almost gave me a heart attack! Norman was so sure that they had only learnt twelve forms of mail transport. But of course, our fabulous Rita came through with lucky number thirteen, Mules. Huh, mules, who would have thought? Speaking of giving people hear attacks, I may have almost induced two of them tonight. I think both Oliver and Norman almost had conniptions when I grabbed their hands. But come on, it was a grab on to someone kind of occasion, or in this case, two someones.
Whatever, Rita, our amazing postal superstar with a photographic memory is Colorado's 'Miss Special Delivery' winner! I really have to do something for her. Maybe I need to get crafty tomorrow and come up with something. Ooh, a banner! I wonder if the boys will get her something? Maybe I need to get some flowers and a gift as well in case they forget. I can't wait to see the look on her face! She will be so self-conscious, but she deserves it.
Alright, good night diary, I need to be up bright and early shopping and crafting tomorrow!
P.S. Ramon singing the pageant theme song was delightful. Oliver trying to hide singing along was just about the cutest thing I have ever seen. Goodnight!