“One last day.

That’s all I’m asking.

Do it for me.”

Do it for me. And because it was Evelyn, and because there was almost nothing I would not do for Evelyn, I let go of the argument, and I picked up my keys, and I went.

I had no idea that I was not walking toward an empty afternoon at all.

I was walking straight into the middle of the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.

Chapter 7 — The Letter I Didn’t Know About