As luck would have it, just as Liz was about to give up hope of the mail ever coming, she heard the familiar sound of the mailbox being opened and closed again. Like lightning, she was up and at the front door, opening it and grabbing the mail.
“Mom, Dad, Mom, Dad, Dad, Dad, Mom,” she thought as she sorted through the envelopes. Of course it was the last one in the pile. It was a thick pink envelope addressed to Ms. Jessica Anderson. The return address was the pink Pampers logo that everyone was all too familiar with.
Stuffing the envelope into her back pocket, Liz put the mail on the table in the living room and made to head upstairs ever so nonchalantly.
“Anything exciting?” Jess asked, peering away from the television.