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

I peeled back the wrapper.

The frosting had stuck to the paper in one corner.

I folded the wrapper flat and tucked it in my pocket.

“You’re keeping that?” Charles asked.

“It was a really good cupcake.”

He nodded.

“Good days ought to have witnesses.”

I took a bite.