Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two
Gray cap.
He didn’t stay.”
“Did he say anything?”
“He said to give it to the woman at table twenty-two.”
At seven I drove to the country club to check the parking.
Gerald’s Lincoln sat in the first row, waxed and too long for the space.
I parked near the service entrance and got out.
The kitchen doors were propped open.