Adam and Eva: Mystery Short Story
by Edith Maxwell
Who wouldn't be smitten with Adam Osgood?
My young assistant, Eva Stillwell, stood in her shirtwaist and skirt behind the counter of the Amesbury Post Office where I, Bertie Winslow, serve as Postmistress. I watched as Eva handed Adam his stamps, her eyes aglow. President Grover Cleveland also watched from his portrait on the wall. Dark-haired Adam returned Eva's light-eyed gaze with a smile like a sunny idyll. Even their names were a match made in Eden.
