“Yes.”

“All right.”

He waited for me to take it down rather than dragging a chair across the floor.

I handed it to him, along with the little note it had held.

We put the number where he could find it easily, and I showed him where the phone was charging.

The blue case lay beside the drawer, bright against the counter.

“When it’s in here, you can get it,” I said, opening the drawer and showing him the space I had cleared.