Clover smiled and walked over to her desk, commenting warmly, "Yes, I know I can count on you. I appreciate your help, Mindy. But let's start small." She turned around and help up two envelopes for Mindy to see, written in her refined, yet strong script.
She handed the first to Mindy, "Here. Bring this to the mailroom tomorrow, please. We ordered some things, but I've obviously been having some trouble picking them up. It's a message to the postmaster in the mailroom giving permission for you to pick the packages up in my place."
The second envelope she held up had an address on it: Liverman's, "Ok, Mindy, and this one needs to be hand-delivered to the address on the envelope. It's to make an appointment to meet with this guy. But just play messenger tomorrow and tell us what his response is as soon as we... um... wake up. Ok?"
(I'll write the letter when I have more time later. Gotta go!)