Dan walked into a liquor store. He asked they sold postcards. The clerk said, “No, but post office does.” “No, it doesn’t,” Dan said. “ post office doesn’t sell postcards?” the clerk asked. walked a few more blocks south. Not one sold postcards. He decided to try Borders. It six blocks away. Borders sold postcards. They were each. He bought one. The postcard is expensive, thought, but it will be worth it. He back toward the post office. He decided to the corner drugstore. Maybe it sold postcards. It . They were four for a dollar. He bought . I’ll return the Borders postcard, he thought. He into the post office. He put the stamp the postcard. He addressed it. He dropped it the slot. It was four o’clock. He had the deadline. He crossed his fingers.