It began when Charlie claimed the postman had lost their invitation to his daughters’ wedding.
Soon the other invitations stopped coming too. She had complained to the post office but he knew the truth. She’d always been a little blunt but it had gotten worse with time.
He had often conferred with his evening whiskey of how he could explain it to her.
Then again, he worried about hurting her.
One morning, he gave her a gift wrapped box.
Later in the evening he overheard her on the phone…
“…But why would he give me a box of sugar cubes?”