“We’ll you’d win the million dollar prize,” Melanie said, looking at James with a smile. “Is this little guy one of yours?”
“You betcha,” Ellen smiled, picking James up and popping a pacifier in his mouth before he could protest. “Little Mr. Stinker here doesn’t want to get a diaper change. Thanks for blocking his escape,” she said jokingly, but only James knew it wasn’t a joke. Ellen kindly took the mail and carried James back inside. “C’mon, mister, let’s leave Ellen’s good friend Melanie to her work,” she said, letting him know that she was not going to be on his side of things, and as the mail truck drove off. Inside, Ellen locked and latched the door, and with its click, it signaled the end of James’s attempts at escape.
