Page 69 of Dragon Cursed
"I saiddiscreet."
"The postman looks nothing like a post boy.It is modern."
"You are dressed as apostman."
"Yes."
"Oh, my god."
"You do not approve?The postman has an important job.An honorable one."
"Yes.It is —" Poppy started laughing and put her hands over her face.Her shoulders began to quake with laughter."It is — oh, Alsander, it’s not disapproval, exactly, it’s just — you are dressed as apostman,my love, and we are about to walk up to my Auntie Niamh's door and ring the bell, and you are —"
"It is fine."
"It isnotfine."
"You said modern."
"Isaiddiscreet.But you know what?Itisfine.We’ll go with it.Auntie has a sense of humor.She’ll be charmed."
"Good."
"Do you have the cap on, or —"
"I have the cap on."
"Is the cap straight?"
"The cap is straight."
"Oh, my god."
She got out of the car still laughing.
She was laughing in a way he’d never heard her laugh before — the helpless laughter of a woman whose joy was spilling over and she couldn’t contain it.Didn’t want to.
He grinned as he climbed out of Margery in his postal uniform.
He stood up to his full height on the pavement in full sunshine.
He understood with the slow acceptance of a man who had once been a creature of myth and was now dressed as a modern post boy, that this was perhaps the most undignified moment of his life.And he didn’t care because he’d mate his mate laugh.Eased her anxiety about seeing her kin.He tilted the postman’s hat."Does this work?"
"It is —you look — you look veryofficial."
"Good."
She took his hand.
She was still laughing under her breath.He let her lead him along the pavement of a quiet Dublin street in the bright morning light — past the red-brick fronts and the iron railings and the small tidy gardens.
"Do you have a parcel?"
"I don’t have a parcel."
"We should get you a parcel."
"Poppy."
