Angie roller bladed into the loft, around eight in the morning ready to start a new day of work. "Good Morning, Rollie."
"Mornin'," Rollie replied, looking up from the two headed dwarf monster he was working on. Pointing to pile of stuff and a box the blonde had in her arms he asked, "What's all that?"
"Your mail," she replied, blading over to the couch, dropping all the mail onto the black leather couch.
"Oh." Coming home later last night, after a long day working on the set of their new movie, "Blind Mole Warrior", he had gone straight to bed, forgetting to get his mail and check his answering machine for phone calls.
Rollie got up from his work station and walked over to the couch. Sitting down he picked up the mail and sorted through it. "Junk... Bill.... Bill... Junk... Bill....," he murmured.
"You got a package too," Angie reminded him, sitting down on the chair across from the couch, after changing into a pair of tennis shoes she kept at the loft.
Taking the pair of scissors Angie was holding out for him, Rollie grabbed the ragged looking box, and set it down on the coffee table. There was no return address and the postmark was too blurry to see where it came from.
Opening the package, the first thing Rollie saw, was leaves.
"Leaves?" Angie asked peering into the box, eyebrows raised.
"There's only one person I know who stuffs their packages with leaves," Rollie said, smiling. "Mangela (sp?)"
As Rollie pulled the Australian native leaves out of the box, he wondered what Mangela sent him. Mangela's packages were jsut as rare as the aborigine's visits.
Pulling out two handfuls of leaves, Rollie got to the contents of the box. A envelope with his name on it, and a brown glass jar, with a cork seal. Rollie sat the glass jar on the table, and moved the bow to the floor. He started to read the letter.
"What'd he have to say?" Angie asked, once Rollie finished the letter.
"Now much. Dingo stopped by on his way to see some old Kiwi friends," Rollie told her, looking over the letter again.
"To see old what friends?!"
"Kiwi. That's what people in New Zealand are called," Rollie replied.
"Oh. So, what's in the jar?" she asked, curiously.
"A little something from home," he replied, spreading the letter out on the table, then started to take the cork off the brown jar. He then started to pour the contents of the jar out on the paper.
"A jar of sand?!" Angie exclaimed, seeing what was coming out of the jar.
"Sand from Australia, where I grew up." Rollie told her simply, running his hands through the sand. "Mangale, also said you could take some of it for yourself if you wanted to."
"Um.... Thanks, I think," she replied.
"Come on. We better get to the set now or we're gonna be late." Rollie told her, pouring the sand back into the jar, and putting the cork back on. He got up and walked towards the van.
Angie thought getting sand in the mail was a little strange, but she knew how much Rollie got homesick for Australia so she decided not to tease him about it. Shaking her head she got up from her seat and followed him to the van.
