Lucy wiped the bar down with her rag and turned to rinse it all the while thinking of that little white envelop she had found and mailed earlier in the day. She had to admit to herself that she was more than a little curious as to what had been inside, and hoped she had done the right thing in mailing it.
The young man sitting alone at the end of the bar looked troubled. She hadn’t served him, having just come on shift but Mac had said he had been there 45 minutes nursing the same beer. The man took his last swallow.
“Another?” She asked waggling a glass at him.
“Please, Kilkenny.” She filled up the pint and brought it over to him. Placing it on a fresh coaster and whisking away the dirty glass.
“Are you okay? You seem lost.”
“No, not lost, but I’ve lost something.” He sighed heavily and rubbed his hand over his stubbly chin.
“Is there anything I can help with?”
“I doubt it miss, but thanks for offering. It is a letter that I have lost. I was charged with its delivery and now it’s gone.” He put his hands in the air, palms up and shrugged letting his hands fall onto the bar. “Gone.” He shook his head and stared into his glass.
She thought it was a little coincidental that she had found a letter that morning and he has lost one. “When did you last see it?”
“Last night, I know it was in my pocket, I felt it was safer there you see?” His worried blue eyes looked into her brown ones. “This morning I was to go deliver it, it’s not far from here, about an hours drive, but when went I went to retrieve it, to type the address into the GPS, it was gone.”
“Can you go to the address and explain?”
“That’s the thing I don’t remember the address, just the town. And I only remember the woman’s first name to boot.”
“Was it a little white envelope? No return address or stamp?”
He looked at her anxiously “Yes, the town is Cumber.”
“I found a letter this morning, I believe that was the town on the address, I posted it.”
“The name on it was Elizabeth?”
“Yes. Elizabeth Martin”
“Well, Lucy.” He said, reading her name tag, and sounding relieved. “I can’t thank you enough! You have saved my bacon! My father would have been so angry. He thinks I’m a screw up. I was surprised even wanted me to deliver the letter.”
“Maybe he wanted you to lose it for some reason?”
“No.” He laughed. “He’s just cheap, I was coming here anyway and he didn’t want to pay the registered mail charge.” He raised his glass to her in salute and added “Well, now I can look her up in a couple days and see if she has received it. Feel like a road trip?”