Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.
He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.
It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV than him anyway.