Hannah ~ The Letters

Morning letter

Hannah was awaken by movements beside her. Her cheek dug deeper into the pillow as she tried to cling onto sleep. Beside her she felt James sit up. He groaned and yell. Hannah’s eyes fluttered open.

"Alright stop ringing the bell." James stood up and stretched. Then pulled on a pair of track pants.

Hannah realized the front door bell was ringing.

"Who is it?" she sat up rubbing her eyes with one hand.

"Can’t be UPS. They don’t come when we’re home."

Hannah snorted as she watched James sway out into the hall and ran down the stairs. She swung her legs off the bed and looked at her night stand. It was 6:38am

"What?" She hooked her hair behind her ears and looked again. It was 6:38am. Hannah watched the digital clock change to 6:39am. She hopped off the bed racing after James. "Wait!" She pulled her terry robe from the coat rack knocking it over. Ignoring it she dashed into the hall and caught the railing at the top of the stairs and ran down side ways.

James was downstairs wearing his marmot coat over a tank. The front door was wide open as he spoke to a stranger. Hannah stopped abruptly on the last step peering down on the peculiar man. The cold air ran up her legs and as she crossed her arms she wished she had worn more than a robe and PJ’s. James turned and looked up at her.

"You ok?" He asked. "It was loud upstairs."

"I knocked the coat rack over." She answered quickly.

"Oh, you’re ok?" He asked again.

"Yeah." she nodded and looked at the other man.

The stranger waved his left hand happily at her. Hannah was surprised by his friendliness. Her husband stood about a foot taller than the man. James grinned at the shorter man.

In the early December morning the stranger wore only a yellow Hawaiian shirt and what looked to be grey fur pants?

"Um, hi." Hannah started.

"I’m Mick." He said proudly.

James looked down and finished reading a note. Hannah stood awkwardly as Mick swayed on his heels. Finally James looked up at Hannah.

"Your friend sent you a basket of fruit." He gestured at Mick.

"Ah, I’ve never met him." Hannah stepped off the last step and tugged her robe ties tightly.

"No, not Mick. The other one Ms. Darlington." He waved the note at her.

"What?" Hannah looked up at James then down in his hands.

"Yeah, she wants us to have a healthy breakfast complete with a fruit smoothy." He read off the note. "There’s even a blender in there. Here." He handed her the note.

Hannah walked to James retrieving the letter. James shrugged when Hannah gave in him a flabbergasted look. She couldn’t even read the note as she made a comment her husband.

"James…" She sighed. "It’s almost 7 in the morning, and you opened our door to a stranger with a fruit blender?”

"Ah actually it blends more than fruit." Mick interrupted

Hannah flashed him a look.

"I-I’ll just hold the basket."

"I’m sorry." Hannah caught herself. "I’m sure you’re a lovely person, but this is unreasonable. I mean who does this?" Hannah shook her head.

"Why thank you-" Mick started

"Well we could always take the fruit right? I mean who’s gonna eat it?" James whispered into Hannah’s ear.