He took hold of the corner of it and pulled it off with a flourish, and there, gleaming in the gold of the late afternoon, stood the bicycle.

Matte black.

Bold orange lettering.

The exact one from the window, down to the last detail, with a bright red bow on the handlebars and a small handwritten tag that read: PROPERTY OF CALEB.

PAID IN FULL BY THE MANAGEMENT.

I have kept that tag.

It is in a drawer in my kitchen to this day, that small handwritten card, and I take it out sometimes and look at it, because it says more, in its five gruff words, than a long speech ever could.

Paid in full.