S.B. Borgersen

Mail-order Bride

Norman shaved off his beard and dressed in his new Kmart jeans, white Sunday shirt and blue necktie to meet her at the airport. He watched the arrivals board until her flight number flicked to “landed.” He breathed deeply, gazing around at the other people meeting friends and family. Looking down at his feet, he saw his mother hadn’t reminded him to change from his wellworn work boots into his dress shoes…

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