Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
Item seven, facility lease transfer, original, was checked off in blue ink.
The pages after item six jumped straight to item eight.
Everything else in that binder was mine, in black ink.
“Did something catch your eye?” Derek asked.
“Page seven is missing.”
“That binder’s just a copy.
The original is kept in my office.” He shoved the drawer shut with his knee.
“And that’s where it stays.