“Kim, this is all very good work,” my mother told me after I explained the Jon situation to her. At first she had been upset about the fact that I hadn’t waited until midnight to call her. (I was so excited about the suspicious behavior I’d witnessed at the post office, I’d run off with my cell the second I returned from dinner.) There wasn’t much my mother hated more than a break in procedure. But she forgave my lapse the moment she heard about Jon and the mysterious box.
“So, you’ll send it?” I prompted.
“Absolutely,” she replied. “I think it’s an astute plan of action.”
I grinned. My mother was lauding my plan of action. How cool was that?
“No problem. And Kim?” she said. “Be safe.”