Fortunately, I still had an unopened box of assorted chocolates Jessica had brought over late last week. But, when I inhaled the last of those today I thought, "Now what?"
And, like magic, there was someone at the lobby door.
|I TEXTED A PHOTO TO JESSICA AND ASKED WHY SHE SENT|
AN EMPTY BOX, BUT SHE'S NOT GULLIBLE LIKE SAN GERALDO.
HER RESPONSE: "NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY IT WAS SO CHEAP..."
"Correo," the voice called over the intercom. "Una caja para Don Mitchell Scott." (Mail. A box for me — the Spanish version of my name has many variations...)
Jerry's sister Linda thought ahead. Oh, how I love her.
|GOOD TO KNOW MY PRIORITIES ARE UNDERSTOOD.|
|LINDA THREW IN PIECES OF HERSHEY'S DARK CHOCOLATE BLISS|
FOR SAN GERALDO. I LET HIM HAVE TWO... SO FAR.