Sunstone followed her out of the kitchen until he bifurcated to the living room, where he tossed himself on the lounge. No sense in having two ponies greet the stranger. Attentively, he heard a couple of “Hello Mrs. Velvet,” “Beautiful day ain’t it,” “Sign here please,” which was a pretty standard exchange when it came to mail calls. A moment later, Sunstone’s mother re-emerged back from the lobby, an envelope held between her teeth by the string.