Chapter 3: Chapter 3

I swallowed hard, and opened my eyes again. It was the man from the post office. He was dressed in his uniform, and had a small package in his hand. As soon as he saw me, he stopped, took off his hat, and bowed his head in greeting. "Good morning, miss," he said in his thick French accent. "I have a package for you.Please, accept it." I smiled, and took the package from his hand. "Thank you, monsieur." He bowed again, and left my room with the package. I watched him go, wondering what could be in it. A book? A magazine? A toy? I waited a few minutes before opening my front door.