I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.

“Evelyn,” I said.

“Mostly Evelyn.

Then the neighborhood, a stubborn heater, and a photograph from their honeymoon.”

“Did you know you’d keep visiting?”

“No.

I thought I was being polite.”

“When did he become your friend?”

I thought for a long time.