I had an invitation I would not accept.

I did not have permission to invent the rest.

We photographed the envelope and both sides of the picture, then notified the station about the address and time.

I kept copies when I handed over the original.

Afterward, I took one copy to Brenda’s house.

She was doing quarterly bookkeeping at her dining table.

Ledgers lay in tidy stacks, and a paper tape curled from the calculator.

“Mom, I have to pick up the girls at two,” she began.