Allison Brandt — The Blue Folder They Never Expected
“No,” I said.
She paused.
“Then you may want to speak with our fraud department.”
I sat very still while she transferred the call.
Outside Evelyn’s office, workers repaired a broken sidewalk.
I watched them lift heavy slabs and replace them carefully.
It struck me that the repair itself wasn’t glamorous.
It was slow, noisy work.
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