Henry Sullivan felt her face resting against his back. He pursed his lips; for once, she was finally quiet.
Arriving in town, Ivy Miller got off the bike and handed him her jacket, "Uncle, are you cold?"
"Not really," though the wind after the rain was indeed quite biting.
"Go inside to send your parcel; I'll wait for you here."
"Okay," Ivy Miller carried the plastic bag into the parcel station, which was essentially a little convenience store that also handled shipping and receiving.
Seeing that she didn't come out for a while, Henry Sullivan decided to go in as well.
By this time, sending off three parcels should have been done.
But once inside, he saw that Miss Ivy wasn't sending parcels at all; she was picking out snacks.
Upon seeing him come in, Ivy Miller waved her hand and called out, "Uncle, Uncle, come here quickly. See if there's anything you want to eat; I'll buy it for you."
"I don't eat snacks."