Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
“We drew it up Thursday.
It just needs a name and a date, and that’s all there is to it.”
Thursday.
My name hadn’t gone up on the board until Monday morning.
“Who handles my claims while I’m down there?”
“Megan takes them on.
She’s been asking for a heavier load.” He said it without looking at her, and her hand went to her lapel again.
“Did Diane sign off on this?”