“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a yes.

I’ll tell you straight, and it’ll be horrible, and I’ll do it anyway.”

Then she folded the paper back up and put it in her bag, which surprised me.

“You don’t want me to have a copy?”

“I’ll email it to you.

I want it in writing between us and I want to be able to point at it.

But I’m not going to hand you a document across a table like a settlement, because this isn’t one.” She put her bag over her shoulder.