“Diane would do.”

I wrote her name on the line and mine above it, then walked to the blue mailbox on the corner and heard the envelope drop.

At five I went back up to the third floor, out of habit now that the elevator no longer needed a badge.

The building empties out around a quarter to five, and the lights by the windows run on a timer.

The light coming in at that hour was flat and yellow and lay across the table like something poured.