Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
He buttoned the flap shut.
Derek’s signet ring came down on the laminate twice.
“That was a joke, Wilson.
You’ve gone and killed a perfectly good joke.”
“I would’ve asked for better wording,” Charles said.
“She’s had this seat for a long time.”
I lowered myself into the chair.
I couldn’t get the lid off my container, so I left it alone.