A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
I rested my hands on the table.
I had spent years helping library visitors find information they didn’t quite know how to request.
I could be patient with someone else’s uncertainty.
I was discovering how hard it was to remain patient when people used mine against me.
Frank helped me find a locksmith.
I stayed home while the locks were changed, then collected my car from the hotel with him driving behind me.
Martha met me near the desk and asked whether I had made a report.