Finding Karen at mailbox
One evening, I found Karen lurking near our mailbox, rifling through letters. The sight of her fingers digging through our correspondence made my blood boil.
‘Hey! What do you think you’re doing?’ I called out, causing her to jump. She turned to me with a guilty look, holding a few envelopes.
The audacity of this woman had reached a new low. She was clearly searching for something, though what exactly was a mystery.