The Sweet Husband

Her Best Friend, the Postman

Sheryl and her best friend, the postman.

We have a relatively new postman, our old postman retired about 8 months or so ago. He was familiar with Sheryl sitting outside waiting on the mail every day, and I am guessing that something must have been said between them, because he seemed to understand that she has issues.

He never said anything outright, but for example, since we live on a dead end street, they come down the street on the other side, go down to the cul de sac and circle around and deliver the mail on our side of the street. After she had been here a couple of weeks, he began waiting for her to come across the street and he would hand her our mail out the window, then go down the street delivering the rest of the mail.

Heavan had asked her why she sat outside every day, even when its raining to get the mail, and she told her that the postman is her best friend.

When the old postman retired, Heavan was sure that she would stop because her friend wasn't coming by every day but she didn't. She still sat outside. So Heavan asked her the same thing, why are you sitting outside waiting on the mail. Same reply, because the postman is my best friend. And the new postman did the same thing the old postman did, from the very first day, gave her our mail first, then delivered to the rest of the block.

Then I got worried, people are people, and she is ill and could be taken advantage of, and I wasn't going to have some pervert jacking with her. So I asked her one day about noon if she wanted to go to Walmart, her favorite place in the whole world. I took her to Walmart and told her I would pick her up in a couple of hours, or if she wanted to come home sooner than that give me a call and I would come pick her up.

I go home and am waiting for the postman to come by. He shows up, stops his truck and says is your daughter ok? She's not outside like she usually is. I said she's doing fine, are you aware that she is mentally ill, He said, yes, the other postman told me, and he told me about her sitting outside waiting for the mail every day. She's a really nice, polite lady.

He really sounded ok, I just didn't get any bad vibe at all.
 
So I went to pick her up at Walmart, and I just asked her, Why is the postman your best friend, she said He's in the FBI.
Since I've been in the witness protection program, I was told that he is my best friend, if anything comes up that I should run away he will tell me, but so far all he has said is how are you doing today and take this straight inside, remember don't open it if it doesn't have your name on it.