I folded it and slipped it into my coat pocket.

It felt like a key to a door I hadn’t found yet.

Julian came out to the patio at three with his phone in his hand and then, which was something new, put it away in his pocket.

“I was out of line,” he said.

“At the restaurant.

The way I spoke to you with the fish case open and the produce guy standing right there.”

He pulled a folded page from his jacket and held it out.