Jasper de Wit stared at the envelope on his doormat. It wasn’t a bill. It wasn’t a flyer for cheap pizza. It was thick, cream-colored, and bore the embossed logo of PZC —the Provinciale Zeeuwse Courant .
The next Monday, the paper came again. No red envelope. No warning. Just the thud . pzc proefabonnement
He hadn’t ordered it. But there it was: Jasper de Wit stared at the envelope on his doormat
