Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected

“Because it’s a good place to think.”

He laughed, short and easy, and went in through the service door with the mop bumping his shoulder.

The door swung shut but didn’t latch, and he came back and pulled it hard.

I sat in the driver’s seat with the window rolled down and the engine off.

The envelope was still in my bag, and I slid my thumb under the flap.

Two pages.