Judith Moreni sat on the bench in front of her house one afternoon in May.
It began to grow darker, but the mailman still hadn't come.
While she didn't expect anything, as she had outgrown expectations, she wanted to see if the new sticker that said 'no junk mail' on the letterbox would get the expected result.
To receive no junk mail.
She had already peeled two tangerines and had two cups of tea, and enjoyed the last bits and rays of sun.
Judith Moreni then realized, when the postman drove by, that you had to receive something to test the sticker.
No, it was not her birthday soon, nor did she think that either Paul or Mara would write anything sooner than in a couple of weeks. For she had written to them only yesterday.
She could have waited forever but in the end, something still lead her to go inside.