The mist hasn't lifted yet when Beatriz wheels her cart onto Birch Lane. Three stops today: Ama, then Jun a few doors down, then Sol around the corner on Cedar Row. She knows them all by name, but she still likes to read each name aloud as she hands over the post — it's a small kindness.
Rather than write out the same gesture three times, she'll walk through her route and at ? house she'll show who lives there and which street it's on. One sentence does the whole street.