Michael Carter Pushed Me Toward a Fifty Million Dollar Funeral
He put his phone back in his pocket and said all right.
The answer came without argument.
When the copies came out of the copier the second page was faint along one edge.
She marked it for replacement and told me not to sign another version until we checked every line.
I said I would not.
Robert gathered his copy and tucked it inside his coat.
Before we left he asked whether I had eaten.
I said toast.