I didn’t open it.

The heater kicked on, and the windows started to fog.

I remembered the very first day.

Eleven years before, I had sat in my sedan in the Halvorsen & Pike parking lot at seven twenty with my presentation cards propped on the dashboard.

The engine was off, and the windows had fogged over.

I had left Kentucky four days earlier with two suitcases and a folding chair in the trunk.

I had rehearsed the same sentence six times over.