“I traded shifts with Sarah,” I said.

Mrs.

Carter sat down in the upholstered armchair by the front window.

“Evan was just showing me something he saved from high school,” she said.

Evan reached into the pocket of his dark suit coat draped over the wooden chair.

He took out a little leather case and flipped open the brass catch.

Inside was a silver fountain pen with a shiny nib.

“I bought this my first year of college,” Evan said, holding the open case out to Mrs.