He did not ask me to forgive him.

I was grateful he spared me that additional task.

Before leaving, he said he would keep the monitoring number saved if I wanted him to remain a contact.

I told him the list would be reviewed after I got home.

“All right,” he said.

It was not a punishment I had designed in the corridor.

I needed a contact arrangement based on who was available and willing, rather than on the order in which family names traditionally appeared.

Dad arrived around seven with a paper cup of coffee.