Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
“Still at the window,” he said.
His ring tapped the door frame.
He didn’t look at Charles while he said it.
“Still my lunch hour,” I said.
Derek smiled at Charles.
“She’ll figure it out,” he said.
Charles didn’t answer him.
Once Derek was gone, Charles opened the notebook again.