Marlene on the Case

Marlene got off the bus and walked up her street for perhaps the last time. She wasn't sure the towel bars were right, but the new purchasers of her old home were anxious to take posession and were in Marlene's opinion unfeeling about her towel bars.
Mydia awoke when Marlene entered the house. "Meow," she said.
"Come on Mydia," Marlene said. "We have to pack."
Mydia usually followed Marlene around the house, joining in what ever activity Marlene was engaged in. Today she was restless. She paced back and forth in front of the mail slot.
"What is it?" Marlene asked Mydia.
Mydia meowed loudly.
Marlene picked up the letters from the handwoven basket she had made to catch the postal depositions. A subscription renewal for "O" Magazine was in front of a wrinkled copy of Salmon Trout and Steelheader magazine. Mack enjoyed outdoor sports and apparantly so did the mail carrier. Marlene lifted the magazine to set it on the kitchen counter.
A folded light blue note fluttered softly to the floor. . .