The Box

The BoxSchool one day became irrelevant to Aaron and he quit, feeling suddenly immensely free, a great burden lifted.A job, he must have a job.He decided to work for the Post Office. His beat was from 45th to 47th and from Woodlawn to Cottage Grove. Most of the time, he whistled his days away, oblivious of occasional black snarls; but this time, he had some trouble. He had just opened the big red-and-blue mailbox on the corner of 47th and Ingleside when six young men sauntered up, smiling and ro...