The postman was curiously early today. Quarter past 11. I was preparing to eat lunch outside when the doorbell rang.
His delivery was unusual, too. Besides the envelopes for monthly bills, he was clutching what seems to be a small rectangular box wrapped simply but neatly in brown paper.
Written on the box were the initials RCB.
Looks like Lolo Emong has one final adventure up his sleeve for me.