Surprising Joy [antikvár]

Chapter OneD'you know what my problem is? My mouth doesn't know when to stay shut, and one of these days I just know it's going to get me into serious trouble. It's not that I talk too much, although I know some people might argue with that. If that was the trouble I could probably force myself to keep quiet sometimes. The problem is that every now and then I blurt out what I'm thinking without meaning to. You know, sometimes you might be saying one thing and thinking something else entirely that you don't want the person you're with to know about particularly? Well sometimes my brain doesn't know the difference and it will engage my mouth when it should be putting on the brake.Take that day at the post office for instance. I didn't really expect a letter that day. I'd just posted mine to Mama the week before and it was too early for her to reply, but out of habit I went with Nadine up the road to the post office. I sometimes wished that we lived in Kingston where the mail was delivered to the door. Out in the country, we had to queue at a window in the post office and wait while the postmistress checked to see if we'd got any letters.