"Mr. Mischael, your package." The carriage from the Sydney National Postal Service stopped in front of Mr. Mischael's mansion gates, and the seated postman hopped down. He took a box from the carriage compartment and had the young gentleman sign for it.
"Thank you." The gentleman signed for the box, then pulled out a five-dollar paper bill, smiling as he tucked it into the postman's hand, "For your trouble, go have some tea."
"Thank you, Mr. Mischael." The postman was very pleased with such a generous tip. He doffed his cap, saluted, then hopped onto the carriage and departed.
Mischael glanced at the box in hand and turned to his sister, "For you."
His sister had just married three months ago. The other party was Jason, a lucky fellow she shared with Selena.
"Thank you, brother." She smiled, her slightly bulging belly signifying her attempt to become a mother.
Mr. Mischael handed the box to his sister, "Don't wander about too much, you already have a child in your belly."
