“I’ll write it down.”

She laughed, just a short burst, and then stopped beside the car.

“He wasn’t trying to settle anything, Thomas.”

“No, he wasn’t.”

“He wanted my name on that paper before I had time to think.” She took out her keys and turned them over in her hand.

“He chose November fourteenth because he figured I wouldn’t know one Thursday from the next.”

“He chose it because he thinks nobody checks.” I took the unsigned packet out of my coat and held it up under the parking lot light.