Eddie's far from strangers with Frank. At the moment he's on his daily task of delivering the letters and has gotten through most of the filtered piles in his bag besides…Oh, how ironic, it’s Frank’s!

Eddie grinned to himself, knowing that at least one was from him, and headed off to Frank’s house. Frank glanced up from his garden once he spotted Eddie, now standing with his arms crossed as he cleared his throat.

“What brings you here Mr. Dear?”